[Part of a series of posts previewing the novel Sin Against the Race.] Sammy Turner can be a nag. Some might call Sammy Turner a busybody, because he knows everybody’s business. All that know him, however, will eventually admit that Sammy … Continue reading
I wanted an area where black and queer intersected, overlapped. My friend and former college roommate Pete recommended that I create my own neighborhood—from this suggestion The Huck was born. In its center lies Huckleberry Park, a large urban patch … Continue reading
Get ready, folks! My first novel Sin Against the Race drops Sunday, October 29. Am I excited? Hell yeah, I’m excited! This day has been a Long Time Coming. Indeed, the genesis of this book dates back to my own coming … Continue reading
My father was a tyrant, who lived his life a lie, My father was a mean man, who lived his life a lie, By maintaining his fiction, I nearly caused my son die. My son dances and swings and lives … Continue reading
Sunday Morning, Liberty Hall, The Huck – North Side, 10ish Roy ran into Reverend Tamera backstage. They exchanged a quick hug. He asked why the event was happening at Liberty Hall and not the church. “Church and state, honey,” she … Continue reading
Sammy put on his black jacket and beret after turning out the lights. He closed the store then headed south. Going through the park, he noticed the bandshell resting silently on the far left end of the playing field. A … Continue reading
Thursday Morning, Fifth Week, Sammy’s Store Bitches Brew played over the stereo, Miles’ subversive masterpiece that Sammy embraced instantly when it dropped and caused an explosion and scandal in the jazz world. Why, then, could he not embrace his old … Continue reading
Of course, J hadn’t been gone a full week before I started to pursue the possibility of a trip to Pyongyang. The idea of going there had always intrigued me, but now I had a purpose. I still felt very … Continue reading
He liked to be called J, so even his name remained a mystery. We had dinner together a few times. We saw a movie together. I asked teasingly if these things were outside the bounds of tolerance from his government. … Continue reading
I don’t watch CNN, so I never heard of Don Lemon until he came out. But my reaction was the same as when anyone comes out: cool. The more the merrier. Break down them closet doors. Smash them. Exterminate them. … Continue reading