(c) 2017, Livingston Woolf. In my teens, my parents dragged me from specialist to specialist. They were ashamed of my “perversion” as my enlightened father called it. Ultimately, they dragged me to an endocrinologist who put me through a battery of tests. Mom and dad were shocked when they heard the doctor’s report “There’s an […]
(c) 2017, Michael Ampersant This wasn’t my first time, not even in Florence, but it’s my shtick, if you will. I’ve taken up position on the steps of the Loggia della Signoria, squatting between the statues of Cellini’s Perseus and Fedi’s Rape of the Polyxena. I’m not a prostitute, but I’m a slut with […]
(c) 2017, Andre DeCuir When Brendan was 16, his parents got divorced and sent him to therapy. He saw Dr. Bill for about a year and then stopped, maybe because his mother got tired of being the only one to take him there. Brendan’s father moved into a trailer park along the Baton Rouge highway, […]
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