Articles posted in January 2010

              Not I Said the Fly
 
He said his name was Stanley Simon, but he never told me that he was channeling Muhammad Ali, so when I pointed him in the direction of Sunny’s dressing room, I had no idea that I was sending a first class boxer to her door.  When he asked for her, I cannot lie, I did notice a little dissention in his tone, but I never thought that he was going to knock her face into the middle of next Spring; however, I did feel that there was more than a little bit of animosity between them, because I swear I heard him snarling as he waited, patiently, outside of her dressing room door. 
Now, I might be getting ahead of myself, but I do believe that she never knew what hit her. I’m not sure she ever got the door all the way open before she received her, long ...

                  
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                  Into the Groove
 
I found the perfect cure for my love hangover; I booked a seven day cruise to the Caribbean.  My plane to Miami Florida was leaving the following morning at 7:00AM, and I couldn’t wait to board and escape the drab, damp, hilly landscape of life in San Francisco.  The city life used to bring me so much joy, but now all I could think about was getting away from all of that fog and busyness. I needed a change of scenery to overcome the depression that was trying to confine me to warmth of my bed and the wings of its blankets, for the loss of my beloved Maddox was taking a toll on my overall well being. 
During this trip I would dress incognito, so I packed my suitcase with pants, shirts, a pair of black Converse tennis shoes, two pair of ...

        A Change Is Gonna Come
 
          As I sat there facing my mirror, I looked into the eyes of someone who had just been dispelled in front of an unsuspecting public, with streams of mascara leaving black trails of shame and desolation on my face; however, I did not feel defeated I felt liberated.  With Sam Cooke’s heart wrenching song of change blaring in the background, I pulled the hope of promise against my chest, knowing that I was still somebody to be reckoned with in this game of glitter and glam.  
          My existence flew high above the confines of this little Drag Club, for I knew I was more than nothing and I was a whole lot of something, but I clamored in the rage of my soul out of sheer wit and determination to be who ...

                  
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The Crossover, pt. 5 – Jay’s Recovery, and chasing demons…
Savoy found his phone and tried calling Marcus on his. He wasn’t getting any answer. Savoy informed his crew to rally up in the VIP section. He asked the owners to allow the smaller bar to be exclusive, that’s where Marcus was relaxing minutes ago. Ray looked at her phone and quickly jumped up knocking the chick on her lap to the floor. She was fingering her for most of the evening. Her low profile was officially over, she has to show up. Once in the bar, Ray and six other people except for Brock were present. Savoy told them he is leaving but will be back as soon as possible. He looked at Ray, his look, telling her she better not be involved in whatever was going on. She is insulted. She’s been quiet all night, too quiet, not bothering a soul. Savoy asked where Brock is. I need my trigger ...

           Queen Of The Damned
 
 
When Maddox didn’t come home, it didn’t surprise me in the least, because he was like so many other men; even though they had something sacred and wonderful at home, they always wanted that something out in the streets that was going to put up with and do any vile thing with their dick that they desired be done.  Sunny was a carbon copy of her open-up-the-legs mama who did anything for a dolla; she’d let him smack it up flip it and rub it down in all positions as long as it quenched her unequivocal thirst.
I sat in front of my vanity mirror within the sanctity of my room, gazing at my reflection as if it was a stranger staring back at me.  I used to be this amazing peacock, colorful and prideful, confident and hopeful, but now I was just a shell of the ...

                     Saint Nick
 
          “Baby, you’re looking lovely in that copper fringe,” he told me, licking his lips seductively.
          “Quit it, stop making me blush, Nicholas Harper,” I said, giddy as a fifteen year old school girl. 
          “Come over and stop acting so bashful,” he requested, pulling me by my arm down on to the bed wear he was sitting, bare chest, with his black, leather, tight fitting pants on.  
          His upper chest muscles were pumped up, and his wash board stomach looked like rail road tracks, ...

                
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