INSPIRATION

I love the mall. The smell of new plastic. I like watching people. Not in a creepy way, in the way that a writer watches people. Like it’s channel 5. I sit outside of the arcade, fuck a few hours away. Life writes itself if you let it. The fifteen …

  The only stations worth hearing in a college town are from a garage floor soaked in motor oil. My sister has a boyfriend with a sister at NYU who knows Martha Quinn and Martha bought these boots in New York and sent them home with her. Somehow my sister …

Everett Massachusetts. 1982 Walking. No, drudging to school. High School. A world of unknowns to me. A world of strangers. Chum for the shark infested waters. Forced to attend. Until…. (KEY MUSIC: I LOVE ROCK AND ROLL: Drum intro, guitars.) Interest piqued. (KEY MUSIC: I LOVE ROCK AND ROLL: Joan …

Last Friday, I happened to have a few hours to spare between a morning doctor’s appointment in North Cambridge and an afternoon meeting in Roxbury. With a birthday gift needed for that night and some writing to do, I decided to spend my spare hours at Porter Square Books. I’d …

I’m going to be myself, Erykah. I guess there’s a part of me that’s also an analog girl in a digital world even though I’m touching technology all the time. I still didn’t know craigslisters could transfer their Live Nation tickets to another person, so I wasn’t sure if this …

I never minded playing the girlfriend. I never minded knowing that he would never kiss me or try to put his hand up my skirt. I didn’t mind being his teflon coating. This was small town Ohio in the eighties and the last place anyone wanted to be gay. I …