fiction and musings from a gay black dude with delusions above his station
Mom sat me in front of the TV one day in 1969. I was four and fidgety. Eventually, a big yellow bird came on the screen and introduced me and the rest of the world to Sesame Street. The rest was history. I quickly became hooked and watched it happily for many years. The fast…
I’ve always liked older boys. One summer day long ago my mother took me to the Griffith Park Merry-Go-Round. I don’t remember if it was my first trip to a merry-go-round, but I remember how excited I was to be able to ride on it by myself. I felt all grown-up. Mom gave me…
