fiction and musings from a gay black dude with delusions above his station
[Update (3/27/17): This is playing again at SF Marsh through April 8. If you haven’t had a chance to see it, run, don’t walk, to check it out.] It’s the early morning hours of January 28, 1986. Hospice Nurse Elaine Magree just pulled an all-nighter, answering calls and visiting dying patients. She’s already tended to…
After the lights dimmed, the familiar hum began as four men of color came on the stage. They stood in a circle, humming and snapping fingers, swaying back and forth. Then, one by one, each introduced us to the evening to come, an evening of storytelling. I first saw Pomo Afro Homos perform in 1990…
For the past 16 years, my partner and I have vacationed in Provincetown, Cape Cod, Massachusetts. He grew up in the Boston area, and we always planned our vacation to coincide with his family’s, so that we can spend time with them. A lot has changed in 16 years. Our visit to P-town usually began…
