fiction and musings from a gay black dude with delusions above his station
After the service, I became visible again. Folks asked me if I enjoyed the service, and I had to say yes, I did, because I did get into singing and clapping and all that. XY spoke to me. He told me to wait with XX while he got the car. So I did. But then…
On Daily Kos appears a piece about a $20,000 reward for anyone who can provide a copy of President Obama’s college transcripts. The offer is being made by a Mr. Brooks Bayne over at a website called The Trenches. Quoted in the L.A. Times, The Trenches says: “We’re not convinced that Barack is as smart…
One weekend, my parents were out of town and Righteous was at some religious camp for good little boys. So Kurt spent the night. The Sci-Fi channel was running a “Prisoner” marathon that weekend, the show about an ex-spy who gets kidnapped and sent away to the Village after resigning from his job. We got…
(Editor’s Note: This story is an expansion of “The Burrito Kiss” which was published on the gar spot previously. The story is set c. 1992.) Saturday nights meant church service and that usually meant glares and taunts from Righteous, my older brother Jerome. Hurry up. Comb that mess on your head. Wear something appropriate. Don’t be…
Some folks in the gay community have recently argued against a harsh sentence for the convicted Dharun Ravi, the man guilty of surreptitiously broadcasting over the internet his gay roommate, Tyler Clementi, while he was having a date — an act which led to Mr. Clementi’s suicide. Some feared a harsh sentence might cause a backlash. Others…
Some of you follow the gar spot via e-mail subscription or feed from Google’s Feedburner service. I discovered this past Saturday that Feedburner was unable to read the feed from the website since May 9. This means that all posts between May 9 and May 19 were not sent out. I fixed the problem late Saturday….
Rick called on Lionel’s cell just as he was packing up his briefcase. It had been a long ass day filled with too many meetings about too much stuff that they had been dealing with for too long and he wanted to bolt from the office. So naturally, the phone rang. He hadn’t even had…
Sonja didn’t tell her everything. She didn’t tell her about her father’s cackling. But she did tell her about the origin of the pink ribbon. She did mention Rick’s name. And she did tell her that Mickey met his late partner because he couldn’t get over the pink ribbon on Mickey’s horn as he played….
I opened the Oakland Tribune the other day and found a most shocking headline: “Mehserle asks appeals court for new trial.” I swear I thought it was a typo. Mr. Mehserle, as you may recall, is the former BART officer who feared Oscar Grant as a big scary black man and shot him at point blank range. Mr. Grant…
If you go back and look at the tape of then VP-candidate Joe Biden during the vice presidential debate, when he answered the question about same-sex marriage, you can hear in his cadence that he was following a script. Yes, he said, he and Barack Obama support equal rights for same-sex couples, but no, they…
