her legacy isn’t that. i dreamt wished deluded myself into seeing something else. not the tranny freak faggoty lady boi that i am too broken
zoo house lobby, 2013.The invitation arrived at Zoo House, in a conspicuous, thick, silver envelope, addressed in a hand of fine calligraphy, poking out of the top of my little black mailbox in our run-down lobby in Berkeley, I tucked it under my arm on my way up after class. I dumped my stuff and stared … Continue reading fear and loathing at a billionaire’s gay wedding.
christmas, downey, california, ca.For me the erasure began before she actually died. My inclination here is to write, “long before,” but that would be misleading, you see, because she had her first surgery when I was five and was dead before I turned nine. Three, four years, tops, is, in no way a long time. … Continue reading marty.