by itabix | Aug 5, 2018 | AIDS, Alcoholism, Ceremonies, Courage, Daniel D'Addario, Fighting Back, Middlebrow Queer, Publishing, Race Point Light, Writing
Race Point Light What kind of person is Fair Shaw? Only partially like me, I should say at the beginning. Taller, darker, more handsome, certainly sexier, that long dolorous list of qualities that show we don’t measure up. I think he is more in control of his emotions...
by itabix | Jul 28, 2018 | AIDS, Alcoholism, Ceremonies, Earthrise, Fighting Back, Gay literature, inclusive gay community, Stonewall Riots, Straight marriage, Where meaning comes from
Race Point Light This novel begins in Provincetown, out on the end of Cape Cod, and ends in Provincetown sixty years later. It has one narrator, who sticks with the task all the way through the novel, and it has one subject—the narrator’s life—and one focus, the...
by itabix | May 30, 2018 | Alcoholism, Coming to terms with the past, Earthrise, Gay literature, inclusive gay community, language, Memory, the South
This, said to us by the man who says of himself, “Call me Ishmael:” It [the spermiceti] had cooled and crystallized to such a degree, that when, with several others, I sat down before a large Constantine’s bath of it, I found it strangely concreted into lumps, here...
by itabix | Jan 10, 2017 | Adam in the Morning, Alcoholism, Barack Obama, Being gay, Bookstores, bookstores, Ceremonies, Coming to terms with the past, eBooks, Gay literature, Publishing, Race Point Light, The effects of bigotry, Uncategorized, Walking wounded, Winter Rain, Writing
I read an article on Slate today on writing and money, and it compels me to respond. The point of the article is the fact that so few writers actually make any money at their writing. Just about all writers are supported by doing something else, like teaching, and yet...
by itabix | Aug 14, 2016 | Alcoholism, This website, Winter Rain, Writing
When he came up out of the ground, he hunched his shoulders and ran into the rain (it was all in his face) across the street to a bar. “A double.” He looked at his watch. He sat on the edge of the stool, more standing than sitting, took two quick sips, looked...
by itabix | Mar 23, 2015 | Alcoholism
I quit drinking today, in 1979. I started swimming every day, and then lifting. I accepted that I was gay, and I no longer hung out with anyone who wasn’t able to accept a sober, gay me. I divorced my wife and began the process of getting my relationships with my...
