“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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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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#Queer v. 2 now with Raunch…

Today’s the release of  Volume 2 of the Anthology Hashtag QueerMy short story  “Raunch Daddy” appears . Purchase print and kindle editions at the link. Loosely based on sex work experiences, the character “Dean”  is based on the late Dean Johnson. 

“I think I’m in love with Benito,” Nick confessed over a beer.

“Who’s Benito?” asked Dean.

“You set me up with him. The Mexican writer in the West Village?”

“Oh, raunch daddy,” Dean said with laughter. “You can’t go falling in love with your johns. You’ll go out of business!”

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Twofer! “Miss Bensonhurst” in Ovunque Siamo; “Raunch Daddy” in Hashtag Queer

Two short stories placed within a few days of each other and they couldn’t be more different.

“Miss Bensonhurst,” a fictional account  of my grandmother’s real-life friendship with Marilyn Monroe, will appear in Ovunque Siamo‘s July issue. OS (“Wherever we are”) is a journal of Italian-American writing so it’s a great fit for this story of MM’s interaction with Italian-American culture.

“Raunch Daddy” will appear in Volume 2 of the Anthology Hashtag QueerIt’s a story mined directly from my sex work past which I believe succeeds in subverting conventional sex worker narratives. 

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Off the Rocks Reading in Boystown

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NewTown Writers  hosted this reading at the Center on Addison.  Bringing New York in the 80’s flavor to Chicago:

He’d been crossing through the Ramble by night for years, as Smart lived on the East Side and he lived on the West. He navigated its paths by moonlight, nodding to a few familiar huddles of men. Sometimes ambling through its shabby splendor was the only way to shake off Smart’s fixated gaze.

 

Off the Rocks #21 Reading in Chicago

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The reading took place at the charming Charmers Cafe  in the Jarvis Square neighborhood of Chicago. The excerpt I read ended with these lines:

Something about seeing this aristocratic British man tied to his throne with his own silk had soothed him, like the synchronized click of jail door magnets on multiple strike plates. Behold my colonizer!

“Choke a Horse” (fiction) in Off the Rocks

I’ve been attending NewTown Writers workshops in Chicago. NewTown has been actively workshopping and publishing since 1982.  “Choke a Horse,” a short story based on an earlier short memoir piece of the same title appears in this year’s anthology, Off the Rocks #21 :

“What’s the charge?” Nick demanded as the cop handcuffed him.
“Indecent exposure,” the cop replied.
“Nothing was exposed until you came along with your flashlights.”

Thanks to Bruce Kamsler for facilitating workshops and Robert Klein Engler for the diligent edit and fine cover art.

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The Return of Reading for Filth!

Reading for Filth is back at a new venue–– the transitioning Eastern Bloc (soon to be Alan Cumming’s aptly-named venture, Club Cumming). For the 4/26 inaugural reading, I brought  “Raunch Daddy” a short epistolary:

All is illusion except for your odor, mi norteño. Let me also remind you that it’s quite inconvenient–given my populist and anti-imperialist leanings–to be so enraptured by your capitalist body.

Thanks to Hattie and Daniel Nardicio for bringing back the filth!