Posted in Adult Erotica, Blogroll, Erotica, Hunting, depression, gay, harlem, humor, sex, short stories, writing on October 31, 2007 | No Comments »
Anthony Owens invited me to go trick-or-treating with him in Harlem. We headed just a few blocks East from our apartment on 121st Street to the Mt. Morris bathhouse. There was no need to put on costumes. Everyone is naked in a gay bath house.It was the year of the World Trade Center attacks. Just [...]
Posted in Adult Erotica, Blogroll, Erotica, Fiction, bible, brooklyn, death, gay, harlem, marijuana, mental illness, my literature, religion, schizophrenia, sex, short stories, writing on October 29, 2007 | 2 Comments »
It has been referenced in my writings on numerous occasions that my seventh lover Bradley is a licensed funeral director. He is certified by the state of New York to preserve the dead. Most children have dreams of growing up to become firefighters, policemen or writers. Not Bradley. He has had an academic interest in [...]
Posted in Adult Erotica, Blogroll, Foods, gay, marijuana, short stories, writing on October 26, 2007 | No Comments »
Caroline hosted a birthday party for Theodore Rogish at her Beverly Hills estate on July 21, 1996. The catered affair was initially planned for just a few close friends of the corporate attorney. Caroline invited Shawn and asked that he bring a few friends along.
“I think he is the one. I can’t wait until you [...]
Posted in Adult Erotica, Blogroll, Erotica, brooklyn, gay, humor, occult, sex on October 24, 2007 | 2 Comments »
Jerri Capolla still lives on King Street. I walked past her West Village rent controlled apartment this morning. I haven’t been down that block in almost seven years. I made a promise to myself to stay off that street for a while. So much went on during the summer of 2000 when I rented her [...]
Posted in short stories on October 22, 2007 | No Comments »
Police rang my doorbell last evening. I quickly hid a few things and answered the door.
“Does Becky Brown live here?”
“No, I think she’s on the third floor,” I said with bloodshot eyes.
Bradley was in the shower when they rang the bell.
“Who was that?”
“The police– they went up to the third floor.”
Bradley knew what was going [...]
Posted in Blogroll, Erotica, brooklyn, casting demons, demon, demon casting, demons, gay, hell, humor, poetry, schizophrenia, writing on October 21, 2007 | No Comments »
“B” followed me onto the A train. The air conditioned silver car felt wonderful. It is a ten block walk from Kosciuosko Street to the A train station on Nostrand. The July temperatures of Bed-Stuy felt like melted butter. It had to have been at least 90. I was drenched in sweat, a side-effect from [...]
Posted in short stories on October 20, 2007 | No Comments »
Lot woke his two little girls from their beds and paraded them before the men of the tribe. His wife cried inside a dark room at the back of their house.
“Take a look for yourselves. My daughters have not yet been touched. I’ll give them to you, but please, leave these men for me to [...]
Posted in Blogroll, bible, church, gay on October 20, 2007 | 1 Comment »
Lot was a flaming homosexual. In Biblical Times, it is likely that he was ’as real’ as a high-class transsexual prostitute on 42nd Street. In all likilihood, he was a rough looking ‘lady’ in those days, nothing like modern day transgendered males who have had vaginas built from having their cocks sliced open and turned inside [...]
Posted in Adult Erotica, Blogroll, Erotica, Fiction, bible, gay, hell, jewish, my literature, occult, religion, sex, short stories, writing on October 19, 2007 | No Comments »
Moab stopped along a stream, bent down and placed his knee upon a large rock, being careful not to soil a soft, white linen cloth that covered his thin, muscular body. He somehow found his way out of a terrible darkness– a land of desolation. He was with another from that place. They traveled as [...]
Posted in Adult Erotica, Blogroll, brooklyn, gay on October 14, 2007 | 2 Comments »
Whites should try to avoid large groups of Black men in Bed-Stuy. It may sound insensitive to write such a thing, but it’s true. They’ll stir up an argument with a total stranger simply because something bad happened to them in their past– from a white boss perhaps, or a Caucasian school teacher may have [...]
