Journal

Happy L.A. Pride

June 10, 2018

I can’t believe I didn’t know he was beautiful.

Confluence

June 6, 2018

If you still aren’t willing to cut every loss, you are not prepared to qualify.

Escape Room

June 5, 2018

We definitely cracked the case.

I’m 44 now.

June 4, 1974

sitting in a cushion

June 3, 2018

Blue silver balloons started flying up.

Running away from home, for 10 minutes

May 13, 2018

I remember seeing your exhale blow back across the driveway.

I love you, Mom. Photo by @saraboulter

Lillian Laverne Montgomery

May 13, 2018

For the women in my family, you freestanding landing pads held together by choir claps, I love you, and am thankful to be navigating this life with you, and that y’all had the guts to give birth to men. Happy Mother’s Day.

medicine

May 12, 2018

Hi. Do you need me to witness anything?

Photo by Ted Catanzaro.

care full

April 12, 2018

Artist Victoria Petroff is creating a series of handmade necklaces based on works I’ve written.
We post’m for sale via my Instagram account.




Up To Now

May 9, 2018

Man I stopped being nostalgic when I started keeping up.

got A grip

May 3, 2018

We met on the edge / and just as we leapt / into everything electric and waking / and holy / she reached back / held me close / yanked up / and gave me a proper fuckall wedgie.

— with Sarah Healy

Stanford

April 29, 2018

This is my friend Neil Hedgecock. He’s a legend. You probably won’t find him on social media. Because legend. He invented the Legalize Crack shirt. He meant it. I saw him wear it while dribbling a ball in circles around people at SFO before airports had color-coded alert systems that don’t do anything but tell people how much fear they should feel. At a camp staff meeting in 1998, when I wasn’t out of the closet, Neil, a cis straight white 20ish-year-old, not at all senior staff, told about 3 dozen other staff, including everyone above him, that they had to knock off the use of the word gay when replacing the word dumb/stupid/wrong, and that he’d noticed a lot of men on staff, and women, behaving totally inappropriately around the subject in front of camp, which no doubt had gay students who we were trusted to make feel safe. I was among the people he was calling out. I’ve known I was gay since 4. I learned self-preservation that early too and took a lifetime to snap out of it. Neil was one of the first people I wrote (via WebTV) when I finally stopped ripping myself, and people far braver than me, off. The joy in this guy’s heart that Neil Hedgecock cared to come see who I’ve become, and that our smiles have only grown wider, is center ring with any success I feel.

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