First let me get this out of the way, I don’t claim to be a writer.
This project began as an outline for self portaits (photographs) that I wanted to make about sex, sadness and being a superhero. As I started making notes, they slowly turned into short stories. The first seven stories were turned into hand-bound booklets called CAKE WALK. That can be purchased HERE.
I’d also like to give a big thank you to Jon Kinnally for all of his support, as well as his incredible editing and profreading skills.
This project began as an outline for self portaits (photographs) that I wanted to make about sex, sadness and being a superhero. As I started making notes, they slowly turned into short stories. The first seven stories were turned into hand-bound booklets called CAKE WALK. That can be purchased HERE.
I’d also like to give a big thank you to Jon Kinnally for all of his support, as well as his incredible editing and profreading skills.
Good To Go
The Oatmeal Boy
Colonel Mustard
Señor Wolff
New Wave
Learning To Fly
The Accidental Fister
First Time
The Oatmeal Boy
Colonel Mustard
Señor Wolff
New Wave
Learning To Fly
The Accidental Fister
First Time
Good To Go
Wheat Ridge, CO. I haven’t been back here since 1977. This is where I first made a cape out of an old blanket and climbed up the drain pipe of my elementary school and would stand guard on the roof. This is where I rescued turtles and stray cats and injured birds and kept them in the garage until I felt they were good to go. This is where I dressed up in my mother’s wig and clothes and jewelry and put on a show, dancing to The Locomotion. This is where my brother and I tried to run away by climbing out our second floor bedroom window - we made it only as far as across the street, where my sister was babysitting. This is where I came home from school and watched my pet gerbil eat it’s babies and thought, I didn’t have it so bad. This is where I got a plastic knitting machine as a gift that knit only tubes and I would make my own socks - my favorite were a pair made from thin yellow and purple yarn which I wore to school all of the time. When I pulled them up they looked like fishnets. I was so proud. This is where I first heard Olivia Newton-John and my life changed forever.
Everything seemed so much bigger then.
Wheat Ridge, CO. I haven’t been back here since 1977. This is where I first made a cape out of an old blanket and climbed up the drain pipe of my elementary school and would stand guard on the roof. This is where I rescued turtles and stray cats and injured birds and kept them in the garage until I felt they were good to go. This is where I dressed up in my mother’s wig and clothes and jewelry and put on a show, dancing to The Locomotion. This is where my brother and I tried to run away by climbing out our second floor bedroom window - we made it only as far as across the street, where my sister was babysitting. This is where I came home from school and watched my pet gerbil eat it’s babies and thought, I didn’t have it so bad. This is where I got a plastic knitting machine as a gift that knit only tubes and I would make my own socks - my favorite were a pair made from thin yellow and purple yarn which I wore to school all of the time. When I pulled them up they looked like fishnets. I was so proud. This is where I first heard Olivia Newton-John and my life changed forever.
Everything seemed so much bigger then.