November 2008
5 posts
Not What Jefferson Intended
I show my I.D. to the man who, I’m quite certain, is younger than me, then hand him seven dollars. “Alright,” he says, “straight porn is going to be through the blue curtain, gay porn is inside the red, and behind the yellow curtain is like anime and bondage and shit like that.” I thank him, which feels sort of awkward, and pause for a second in the lobby. My eyes are distracted by the display...
"A Bastard Redeemed", an excerpt
Soon, spending the afternoons at his house turned into also being there in the evenings for dinner. My mom’s side of the family has always been a line of extremely good Okie cooks that like to fry things and drown them in salt and butter. Meal times growing up were a time that demanded excellence in taste, presentation, and manners; hardly any of what I found at his house. Almost everything we ate...
