Speculative criticism is a true, present fiction, but for the nearer future than speculative fiction. A writing colleague, Ismar advises...

We first chatted on Facebook. We were perhaps ‘friends’ who didn’t actually know each other. I may have seen him on Grindr or a sex app,...

I’m writing a book on my mid-life crisis it would seem. A mantra for the second half-life has begun to emerge this catharsis: Talk to who...

Upon pitching a publishing idea you have offered me a range of excuses and feigned offence in the end. Let me see if I get this right....

I didn’t care much for sports in junior high. The first year of high school would be easier than these exposed junior high years outside...

A friend and colleague once asked me a few times, why I care so much? I was recently home to Tennessee and I was reminded of the...

I didn’t learn anything at swarthmore. I did not take a class on logic there whereby I gained an ivy league sense of rationale. I do not...

You came in the form of a year. 2017 to be precise. You were not one or the other of its happenstances. You were the sum of its parts....

I don’t think I know enough about the historic camps of Café de Flore and Les Deux Magots on Saint-Germain des Prés in Paris. Both were...

Oh email. You are not you. You are not Gertrude or Renato, Daniel or Danielle. You are not George or Sidd, Rapha or Paula. You are not...

The birthplace of the racist, white supremecist kkk is my homestate of Tennessee. Pulaski. I am back in NYC for a week. It is...

I flew home from Paris on the Norwegian airliner … the one that has the ‘smoke over’ windows. I requested an aisle seat, so I didn’t get...

I really don’t know where I am right now. I do, but my energy level hasn’t calibrated to Brooklyn yet. I’m nice, courteous even, to...

I haven’t hit ‘publish’ on number forty-three because I can intuit repercussions for what I want to say. Even if I think I’ve pieced...

George had his day off today. I work at home. On two occasions I was bugging him because he was bugging me. Both times he brushed me off...

Eduardo sells peppers on Rua Humaitá at the intersection where Rua Martiniano de Carvalho becomes Rua dos Bororós. In front of the meat...

The first big building is being built on our street. She sat on the planter in front of the last remaining individual family house on the...

Gentrification is when cashews can cost twice as much at a new — freshly designed — shoppe across the street from the Northeastern...

Madame Satã is a club near where George and I want to move to in Bixiga. It sits on a corner painted black. The gargoyle on the roof is...

I know it doesn’t wear well. What I’m doing. You are right — therapeutically speaking — the weight of it can be bad for me. But, I remind...

Yesterday I wrote to a senior peer. Someone I wish who would consider mentoring me. I came on too strong. Will he like how much I know...

I did not speak bad about you. I spoke about you. My personality is not so much multiple, but simply different with each passing day. We...

Well, you’re finally a millionaire. It’s what you wanted. Uptown on the 6. Woman to woman. A loving friend grimace and clutch of the...

It is not often that we get to commemorate a former pet. Or perhaps not often that I care to. There is not much to say about Ruff — a dog...

Is the best professional one who believes deeply, passionately in his or her vocation? I don’t find myself easily attracted to a simple...

I went back and forth to the Copan Building twice yesterday. I walked with our guest artist Akinbode Akinbiyi in the centre, introducing...

I can now piece together why I spoke of genocide in #24 — non sequitur — and within the last five minutes I am aware of a particular...

The wooded area at the back of our farm — just before the sheer ravine wall that fell off the Cumberland Plateau — was often called the...

I started looking at white, gay, alpha, cis-gendered males in a whole new light, basically questioning our affiliation.

This morning my first meeting should have been at Conjunto Santos Dumont (Rua Paim), but I did things out of order and went to the Copan...

If one goes to the same club or hangout frequently over a long enough period of time, it stands to reason that we may notice a change and...

I try to walk around the older woman. She sees a break in the traffic on Humaitá and cuts in front of me with a few inches to spare. I...

David Schulman, commonly known as Skull, ran Skull’s Rainbow Room — anchoring one end of Printer’s Alley and occupying the lowest floor...

I have never developed a rigid system of note taking. Sometimes I find old notebooks in which I’ve started from the ostensible front with...

In the context of HIV/AIDS, continuum of care means different things. In the US it begins with ‘testing’ and in Brasil starts with...

I don’t remember her name. Sometimes we cheek-kissed when I arrived and others I just sat down in the chair. For the past three years...

Economizing relations, proximity and in some ways healthcare. Walking to the Copan to have a tedious phonecall with my mother. It...

I was a bit high. I took the same street as usual from home to office, Rua Abolição. Rua Abolição has the best bloco during...

I woke up early to mark my territory. George’s dishes in the sink gave grounds for my gruff repartee. I wanted my space this morning, and...

I have been waiting months to access the funds in my Banco Brasil account. It’s a small amount. After three months without transactions...

It is a pleasant midday in São Paulo. Saturday. It is sunny, yet the ‘waters of March’ have already begun the preceding week. Torrential,...

The end of last year was not as I had planned. I think living across two different cultures and cities has taught me not to sweat the...

It was the summer of 2003 that I first met Zimbabwe. After working at the ‘Festival of the Dhow Countries’ — a cultural and film festival...

There are not any completely gay bars in York, a city of 200,000. I found the Yorkshire Arms listed as friendly and later that night my...

The story goes that the Hill Brothers were a menace. They squatted an old store in front of my neighbor’s house, one that she owned and...

I chickened out. The fancy restaurant in Sta. Teresa was the perfect place to give George the ring, but instead I slipped it to him in...

I read about ten books at a time. But sometimes a book can take over a year to read in that configuration. The state of not wanting to...

When we screened the Cidade Queer film at K.o.clubmilano during the socially engaged ‘school’ at @viafarini in Milano — and after a week+...

If one hasn’t slept, when does Sunday become Monday? It doesn’t have to be perfect, he reminds himself of the the new year’s resolution....

Lulu and I agree that Jerome is a bit snobby. Lulu and I perhaps like trashier clubs. Saturday I only waved at Lulu across the crowd at...