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On the Ledge, Waiting for Flouride

We were waiting in line, up against the wall in the hallway outside the lunchroom. My feet were on the dark brown strip of speckled terrazzo bordering the wall, it was separated from the main field of the hallway floor by a thin brass line. I stood on the darker brown floor along the wallContinue reading “On the Ledge, Waiting for Flouride”

The Murdoch Ballad to Tucker Carlson’s Face

Tucker, Tucker get your face screwed on there’s a sucker, sucker just about to be born We paved the lane to your door, hung the shingle outside, all you got to do is sell them something they’ll buy While you’re at it, we got a little potion they might try It’ll make ‘em believe theyContinue reading “The Murdoch Ballad to Tucker Carlson’s Face”

Happiness is Warm Florida Sand

Bury me right up to my neck in the warm Florida sand, where I feel safe where I get a tan Where no one can do nothing to upset my feelings as pure as this sand in which I’m buried, right up to my neck, and from which I sprout, like a tree, out ofContinue reading “Happiness is Warm Florida Sand”

It Was a Movie Day

It was a movie day. The projector was already set up, I could picture the screen unrolling, Mr. Fallon tipping the long, varnished and brass-tipped oak pole up to the top of the blinds, turning the little fixture thing which dropped them like theater curtains, dimming the room. Then he’d turn off the lights withContinue reading “It Was a Movie Day”

Death of the Underdog or Ready for Violence – Coming out Bi part 9

Again, it’s been a while since my last piece in this Coming Out series. I mentioned prior that it keeps getting harder to write as it keeps getting closer to home; the things I discover in my memory are tied to feelings I currently carry, like a kink in the neck I wake up withContinue reading “Death of the Underdog or Ready for Violence – Coming out Bi part 9”

Dodgeball and locker rooms – coming out bi part 5

I’m 52 for fuck’s sake, dealing with what feels like things that should have been dealt with when I was a teenager. Shame creeps in here in so many ways. Why am I late to the party, again? This is a story about coming out of the closet as a bisexual man. Coming out isn’tContinue reading “Dodgeball and locker rooms – coming out bi part 5”

Nipples – Coming out bi part 4

On Friday July 27, 1984 my family started a one-week camping trip just down the road not even ten miles away from home. It was a sort of getaway without the hassle of getting away, I suppose. I don’t know what prompted my parents to do this odd but fun little adventure. I’m pretty sureContinue reading “Nipples – Coming out bi part 4”

Freddie with the Mohawk – coming out bi part 3

The first day of 8th grade. 1983. That summer I’d been away for two weeks with my parents and little sister on a trip to Memphis TN, the first time I’d ever been farther away from home than a field trip to Ottowa once to see the Canadian capital. That was only about 100 miles.Continue reading “Freddie with the Mohawk – coming out bi part 3”

Curlers & Clips – coming out bi part 2

I was waiting for the school bus over at the elementary school. Early in the morning the buses began gathering the out of town kids, all scattered across close to a hundred square miles around my rural hometown. Eventually the buses gathered there within eyeshot of my childhood home at the elementary school, dropping theContinue reading “Curlers & Clips – coming out bi part 2”