Young, hung, and full of vitriol...

I can't offer works of staggering genius, but what you will get are my sometimes funny, questioningly intelligent, frighteningly vitriolic, occasionally shockingly sweet, but almost always charmingly grouchy ramblings on music, film, politics, society, pop culture, literature, queer life, travel, Kansas City, and the mundane, yet surreal aspects of everyday.

I'm a queer punk country boy in his late 30s, who has settled back in the midwest after a decade or so of living around the country. My boyfriend, MJ and I moved to Kansas City a couple of years ago after an insanely surreal life in rural, southeast Kansas. This is my attempt at getting back into writing after a longer than anticipated hiatus. I'm still a bit rusty, so be gentle with me...A bottle of wine, some Barry White, and a can of Crisco usually does the job.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

SHARPIE HYMNS

I ONLY BLEW HIM FOR THE STORY I COULD TELL LATER OVER EXTRA STRONG COCKTAILS AND COCAINE...I’M ON MY KNEES SUFFERING FOR MY ART...THE GLORY HOLE EDITOR IN SOME MIDWESTERN REST AREA EVALUATING MY TALENT. AND JUDGING ME...9.8 ON SKILL BUT 6.7 ON ENTHUSIASM.. SHOW US YOU LOVE IT..THEY ALL BELLOW....SO IT’S SOME MIDDLE AGED TRUCKER GRABBING THE BACK OF YOUR HEAD IN SOME FILTHY ABANDONED REST AREA. AT LEAST IT’S SOME KIND OF ATTENTION. AND WE BOTH KNOW THAT THE FILTHIER...THE TRASHIER...THE MORE DISPOSABLE THAT I AM TREATED....THE BETTER I SEEM TO FEEL. AT WORK, AT SCHOOL, IN LOVE, ALWAYS UNWORTHY...BUT SUBJECTED TO SOME LEVEL OF HUMILIATION AND SCORN, I FEEL WHOLE.. FINDING SALVATION THROUGH CUM STAINED DRILL HOLES IN SPRAY PAINTED STALL WALLS...SHARPIE HYMNS AND KEY SCRATCHED PRAYERS TELL MY FORTUNE ALONG THE SIDE OF ANOTHER PRAIRIE HIGHWAY. THIS IS MY EXISTENCE...
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