Choke a Horse

Appeared in Prose & Lore, Issue 3, Fall 2013, edited by Audacia Ray.

I can’t remember what combination of factors made me desperate enough to tie G to one of his throne-like Gothic Revival chairs, with peacock blue flocked velvet upholstery. I used his colorful neckties, from Turnbull and Asser, the venerable bespoke tailor in Germyn Street, London, to bind his wrists to the hand-carved wooden arms, and his ankles to the gilt legs. The arms had upholstered sections too, one now stained with blood.  Something about seeing my aristocratic British colonizer tied to his throne with his own silk soothed my emotional disorder.

This sofa once sat opposite the thrones.
This sofa once sat opposite the thrones.

Nailed Up

also appeared in Issue 2 of Prose & LoreJuly 2013, edited by Audacia Ray

After his addiction and heartbreak in the face of my cruelty put the decorator in a bronze urn, I embarked on my thirties with a nice fat inheritance.  My alcoholic Sugar Daddy was dead, and I was free to live on my own terms. But it turns out that I’d been getting high for so long, just to put up with the drunken old man, that I’d cultivated addictions of my own. I graduated from cocktail companion to roached-out stoner to dope sniffer within a year.  I sensed my timeline winding down, and would occasionally check my palms for stigmata.

When I turned thirty-four, I found that I wasn’t dead, just really impaired and more susceptible than ever to fractured religious destruction myths. I could no longer count on myself or the decorator or his dwindling money for answers – or questions, for that matter.  I fashioned my own nails out of pure white powder, the purest you could find in New York, procured by a South American boyfriend. I drove them into my head instead of my hands.

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Gemini’s Twins

published in Issue 2 of Prose & Lore, July 2013, edited by Audacia Ray

At one point as I’m walking along the seafront in Barceloneta, a young boy points at me and says “Mira Papi, un pirata!” and his father calmly responds “Si, es un pirata.” On the eve of my birthday, I go to a nightclub, dance all night with cute Catalan boys, and then go home with one, a skinny kid with a Mohawk named Ferran. We have a hushed romp in his room- he has two roommates, one on either side of him, and they both have to get up early for work.  I awake to the three of them having breakfast at the small kitchen table. Ferran’s roommates are identical twins. One works for the phone company and the other works for the sanitation department, and they are both dressed in their respective uniforms. It’s the morning of my fortieth birthday, I’m a Gemini, and I’m having coffee with impossibly sexy blue-collar Catalan identical twin brothers.

Dirty Tricks & Happy Endings

appeared in the 2013 Soft Skull Press Anthology Johns, Marks, Tricks and Chickenhawks edited by David Henry Sterry. Nonfiction. p. 281

“I never heard from Cherry again, nor did I ever seek him out. All these years later, I like to picture Cherry having really raucous and funny sex, with boys who deserve him, with a wide smile replacing that tight grimace. I’d like Cherry to know that under other circumstances, I’d have paid him for a taste of his sweet heaven. So here’s to Cherry, my star pupil and my favorite sweet pulpy tangy juicy little drupe.”

“…offers exactly what the title advertises.” – Captain Scorpio

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Cali Boy

Pros(e)  was the original title of the journal of the Red Umbrella Project, now called Prose & Lore. Three short pieces appear in Issue I, the inaugural edition, edited by Melissa Petro.  “Vitis Vinifera ‘Fantasy”,  “Cali Boy”, and “A Dialog, Gouverneur Street, NYC”. 2012.

from “Cali Boy”:

I lost him, my twitchy, hot-running, gangly body all knees and elbows, hapless homebody, computer nerd, talisman collector, game-playing geek boy, with skin redolent of  skate parks and sugar and dew. My not-particularly-my-type Cali boy’s bright, unsteady blue eyes are now reflecting some crooked man’s light two thousand, eight hundred and twenty-seven miles away. I would walk for one thousand hours– hike mountain passes, cross plains, cut through forests, and trudge deserts– for a fix.

“One doesn’t have to have nursed an unnamed lover back from withdrawal to appreciate Dominick’s beautiful cadence in ‘Cali Boy’, but we can recognize the echoes of being addicted not to a drug, but a person.” – Claire Litton

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Savage Love Column

After appearing on the podcast, Dan Savage passed a question on to me from a straight guy wanting to be an escort, for women. Despite my discouraging comments (“There is no gigolo industry…”), I received hundreds of inquiries from all over the world from men wanting to be straight male escorts.

Money quote:

“…pursue a profession with the potential to bring you into contact with a wealthy female clientele—business consultant, art handler—and be exceptionally good and loving to all the women in your life.”

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