Ugly Duckling Story

My father thinks he oughta kill me for having a little pride. The dirt poor working class. I got a line on that a long time ago in a magazine called The Other Side, primarily Black American, which mysteriously shut down after I sent a subscription to my father that showed a Black crucifixion scene … Continue reading Ugly Duckling Story →

now I burp

shocked by a picture of my child at age (7?) He looks like he is in a process of starvation. I just couldn't see it. It was the same when, in response, whether at that time or at another time, I panicked in desperation and started feeding him everything in sight. He got chubby and … Continue reading now I burp →

Fear

I'm expunged. what do I do I am given to understand that it was done for purely political reasons. AFTER ALL THAT I HAVE BEEN THROUGH! I once heard of a place called Vanitas. When I was just 16 I visited a very old university in Boston, I didn't care for it all that well. … Continue reading Fear →

A Story to Tell

Abt the Johns Hopkins University Hospital Debacle There, I met a Nigerian psych tech named Sylvester--you know, like Sylvester the Black Cat in Disney World. He looked at me with disdain as I watched an African film about violence in the culture in Africa but then for some reason he looked at me differently, I … Continue reading A Story to Tell →

on the DL

a lake of fire oh my GOD Ian and I laid out on the front lawn the cops or the neighbors were coming to shoot us up the ass with machine guns. but they took me at about 3 in the morning the third time I called. They played with me like a mouse. Dumped … Continue reading on the DL →

maldiagnosis

So, you who treated me like a piece of shit for my sexual issues can turn the lens back on yourselves. It was not a character issue but a diagnostic one. I got relief from the constant throbbing of a little nerve in my clit that kept me constantly irritated. Then, there was the w-m … Continue reading maldiagnosis →

Re: Sometimes it takes a movie:

Re: the stalker from Pennsylvania: OBVIOUSLY this person was an angel. He was Catholic, by the way. I think, or Christian, anyway. And he was Polish. I always have trouble with Polish men, And he was of a small stature.

Sometimes it takes a movie

Abt Harvard. I married a Canadian. It created a paradigm shift in my perennial path of finding England through the international community at Harvard-Radcliffe. Similarly, I had sought England in error through Kent School. I was so young and immature that somewhere in my mind I was going to England by going there. Because I … Continue reading Sometimes it takes a movie →

Kent School…

was made of stones of light.

kicked out

So, as I said in my last post, I thought--just yesterday that Harvard was trying to throw me out in the fall of '82 but just now I realized that my program that generated essays on poetry --for an introductory programming course--took their interest. I worked really, really hard on it and it was quite … Continue reading kicked out →