The Angst of Diminishing Superficial Beauty When I was 22, I sat across the table from a San Diego County Healthcare Worker who told me I had 6 to 18 months to live. That’s what they told newly diagnosed HIV positive men in 1987. It seemed that getting old was not a state of being [...]

Hello Shame. We need to talk. Why don't you sit your veil ass down over there in your favorite chair by the fire - the fire of my mind - that fire you had convinced me the world was not ready to see. Yeah, it's bright and beautiful isn't it? Shush! You've had your say. [...]

Transplants take root, but the echoes of our previous lives live deep inside us. I try to cover the tainted reverberations of small town youth with a gym body, fierceness, designer tennis shoes, and a biting wit - but the seed of discontent will always be with me. It lays dormant, unfed, and contained. I [...]