“A Caribbean boy, queer, nonbinary, femme,” tries to navigate their identities as a Jamaican and a member of the LGBTQIA community. Through maintaining their Jamaican roots while still embracing their identity as a queer individual, they hope to spark change and steer away from the oppressive colonial hold that has long gripped their home.
My stepmother was somewhat of an enigma. She had the biggest heart and she felt emotion so deeply, whether sadness, anger, or love. She and my mom made their home in Watsonville, California, in a quiet neighborhood next to an expanse of raspberry fields. If there was any way I can describe her, it was […]
Edie & Thea
Around 1990 I attended a Halloween party in Manhattan, in what I considered to be a pretty swanky building, just north of Washington Square Park. Up to this point I had attended parties in dodgier tenement buildings, so this was new. When I walked in with my girlfriend, who knew somebody, who knew somebody, I […]
When your brother shows you Inches and Honcho
I showed up to my brother’s apartment in Brooklyn, excited to spend the Summer in the big city. I walked through the door of his tiny apartment (he was an struggling artist, trying his best in a tiny rent controlled monastic cell in a tower), put down my bags, and immediately he wanted to show […]
A mostly true story: GRIEFS
I was standing in the vestibule, sorting through my daily heap of bills and junkmail, when the apartment door behind me flew open. “Mooney! He did it again and, goddamnit, this time he hit Mrs. Grieves. Knocked the wig right off her head. Damn thing ended up in the hydrangeas.” He chuckled and a sharp […]