One a.m. in Paris on a Monday at a gay bar called “Open” Cafe. Open, indeed. To Leonard and the… Read more Rainbow of Revenge
One a.m. in Paris on a Monday at a gay bar called “Open” Cafe. Open, indeed. To Leonard and the… Read more Rainbow of Revenge
“I got some credit in the straight world I lost a leg, I lost an eye Go for credit in… Read more The Tear (Gas) of a Clown
What could be lovelier than a jaunt through the Tuileries Garden? Filled with its barrage of tourists–primarily Asian (not that… Read more Mood: A Half-Dismantled Ferris Wheel in the Tuileries Garden
Like many, he was under the impression that getting a dog would be a solution to a problem not exactly… Read more The Stray
Closer and closer to December, one starts to notice their absence, or rather, the glaring existence of those few that… Read more Last Pigeon Standing, Or: Elegy For A Columba Livia
He had amped her up for weeks about the engagement. At last, he had gotten them on the guest list… Read more Hortensio
They seemed to appear out of nowhere, like snails after the rain. You never saw anyone so manicured–so sophisticated–during the… Read more Fashion Snails
“How could you have loved someone who thought movies were a waste of time?” he asked with genuine incredulity, fully… Read more Another Relationship In the Can
He had been placed there against his will, with no consideration for what he might have wanted after being forced… Read more The Bear Forced to Commune With Others
They never tell you the true consequence of not having an address. That it, in some ways, both limits and… Read more The Vagabond Can Receive No Love Letters