Worker Names is a 📖.

 

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My first book, Worker Names, is out. It’s a mini-collection of 3 short stories, See if you can peep the theme:

“Worker Name”:  a wary hustler finds himself in a hostage situation with a yuppie on crack and a Bulgarian hipster boy.

“Raunch Daddy”: an earnest young hustler meets a Mexican novelist with a nose for pleasure and tragedy.

“Traumatic Book Review: Alive, by Piers Paul Read” two former hustlers reunite for a weekend of reckonings in a Vermont summer home.

My thanks to Fiction Judge Brontez Purnell for upping me, my thanks to Bruce Benderson for his kind words.

I’m very proud to have the work of Alvin Baltrop as the cover art. Read more about this pioneering gay African-American photographer here.

Want a copy? Order it for $8.00 + shipping from  Gertrude Press.

Want a signed copy? Hit me up.

Photograph used courtesy of The Alvin Baltrop Trust, © 2010, The Alvin Baltrop Trust and Galerie Buchholz. All rights reserved.

 

 

Night of the Living Dean @ Bedlam NYC

I was on the bill for this celebration of the life and work of Dean Johnson, in support of an upcoming feature documentary  from Lola Rocknrolla.  I opened the second set by delivering the Living Dean Manifesto, and then reading excerpts from “Raunch Daddy,” the second story in Worker Names. From the manifesto:

There was a spiritual component to Dean’s lifelong work, all of it, the parties, the music, the drag, the performance, the hustle. In 2007, the Times quoted me saying,“Dean was a New York landmark, like a tall tower or a tourist attraction.” Today I’m gonna tell you something else about Dean that you weren’t ready for back then: Dean was a Pagan God. His irreverence was absolutely necessary and his fury was holy: Fuck thermo-nuclear war, fuck Mary Tyler Moore (I mean, rest in peace Mary Tyler Moore, but also fuck Mary Tyler Moore.) Big Red was the God in charge of dislodging the Judeo-Christian hold on the sacred, with its tedious cycles of guilt, castigation, and redemption. We are sacred. This gathering is sacred. Music, dance, celebration: sacred. Sex is sacred, drugs are a sacrament, prostitutes and artists are sacred, our naked bodies are sacred, queer people are sacred.

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Gertrude Press announces 2018 Chapbook Contest winners

Gertrude Press publishes three chapbooks a year: poetry, fiction, and nonfiction. Their  announcement of 2018’s winners is here.  My entry, a collection of short stories called “Worker Names,” is the fiction winner, and the chapbook is in production.

From “Traumatic Book Review: Alive, by Piers Paul Reed”:

Warner nudged him awake with a bare foot; he looked around to find the library empty. Noting the paperback on his chest, Warner smiled. “Alive. Who knows how that turned up here? Guests in and out, someone must have left it behind…” 

Vin roused. “One of the survivors–Canessa–was my first crush.”

“Ah! Now we know. You’re into jock cannibal trade,” Warner joked, as he gave him a hand up. 

Expected to be released in late March, in time for AWP (and Saints + Sinners).

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“The Year Ahead 2019” in DC’s MetroWeekly

Washington DC’s long-running LGBTQ publication and website asked me to participate in this forum, alongside VA Delegate Danica Rohm, writer Gar McVey-Russell, and Obama WH Alum Shin Inouye. The questions drew out my pessimism, but at least I ended on an up note:

We have to detach from the despair we’re feeling about the state of our politics and live our lives robustly. Personally, I’m happy, despite all the gloom I just broadcast! I’m happy to have made a difference in 2018. I’ve published some writing here and there, have a book of short stories coming out in the spring, and live with the sullen young man of my dreams in Hell’s Kitchen.

 

Gay Sexual Outlaw essay in Daily Xtra

I answered a call for “essays about the moments you saw yourself in pop culture” from Toronto’s Daily Xtra and my essay was accepted. It’s a tribute to Debbie Harry, and a diss on the film it served as theme. it chronicles the effects of hearing Blondie’s genre-crashing track “Call Me” on me at 16.  #RepesentationMatters

I’d taken the lyrics as a sort of instruction manual in the absence of any other. Its beat, repetition, sultry coaxing, and charged inferences accompanied me as I navigated longing.

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Thanks to Natalie Wee for the prompt, and to Natalie and Rachel Giese, Director of Editorial, for the thoughtful and thought-provoking edit.

 

 

“Yasss Child” in A+U Magazine

Yasss Child“, a remembrance of one of my oldest friends–one of the earliest AIDS diagnoses in NYC–won First Honorable Mention from the 2018 Christopher Hewitt Award for Creative Nonfiction:

The first time he stepped through my door, I thought Nico’s flamboyance was weakness, but I’ve come to see it as emblematic of his bravery.

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“TBR: AbPPR” a 2018 #SASFEST Semifinalista 👸🏽

“Traumatic Book Review, Alive, by Piers Paul Read“, my submission for the 2018 Saints + Sinners fiction contest, made the semifinalist cut.

I read Alive probably too young. I was freaked  out by the fate of the Old Christians rugby team, even while longing for their camaraderie. So I grew up to write a short story exploring lust, shame, body issues, and loss.

Warner nudged him awake with a bare foot; Vin looked around to find the library empty. Noting the paperback on his chest, Warner smiled. “Alive. Who knows how that turned up here? Guests in and out, someone must have left it behind…”

Vin roused. “One of the survivors–Canessa–was my first crush.”

“Ah! Now we know. You’re into jock cannibal trade,” Warner joked as he gave him a hand up.

I’ll be reading at this year’s festival in New Orleans.

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“One Nation” in OutWrite Festival Journal

My short story “One Nation” was published in OutWrite‘s rowdy collection of stories, interviews,  poems, and spells. A young man with a tambourine shows up  for the 2010 rally and figures out the best way he can serve the cause of social justice.

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“Dangit! I missed the bus,” I awaken with a jolt the morning of the rally. The country comes out of me in times of stress. Four years of living in New York City I still can’t figure out the balance between nighttime adventuring and daytime responsibilities. Phone has a mess of texts from my friend Owen. Where R U Qween? being the latest. I was supposed to take the charter with him and his activist crowd. Owen believes we queers must do our part for the broader struggle for social justice. I’ve been crushing on him since he recruited me to the cause one night at the Phoenix.

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“Love Tap” in Queer Sci-Fi Antho 🌈 out today! 🌈

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Karmode2-2. Illustration courtesy of Orangina.

My first foray into sci-fi appears in  Impact, Queer Sci Fi’s fifth annual themed flash anthology. In “Love Tap”, a weary pilot has a run-in with a smug Genético bred for dimensional travel.

“Sorry about that docking business, humano. Still a little groggy from subspace hibernation mode…” He stretched, threw back his shot, and roared. “Can I make it up to you?”

Impact: Queer Sci Fi v. 5

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“Miss Bensonhurst” in Ovunque Siamo

Ovunque Siamo is a journal of new Italian-American writing. The title–translation Wherever We Are–is apt for our assimilated and diffuse ethnic body.

Miss Bensonhurst”  is a fictional account of my grandmother’s friendship with Marylin Monroe. The story was first presented in nonfiction form in 2013 in Salon.

She and the girls are enveloped in the warm bakelite booth. A curtain shields her from the crowds. The two little angels share the hard seat. The camera–that possessed apparatus which would stalk her to the end–here blinks obediently. Flash.

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