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From The Recesses – The Beckoning

NAKED DINNER

Years ago I was walking the streets of New York City with my youngest sister, when she said “Let’s have fish for dinner.”

I was in my early thirties. She was 15 years my junior and had come in from the suburbs where we both grew up.

“Sounds good,” I said.

I grabbed her hand and we… full story HERE »

First Person Shooter: Fractured Memories . . .

Guatemala unfurls from the fractured landscape of my memory in a vast expanse of broken glass and Christmas lights, cobblestones, coke-covered mirrors and sex. The time is only divided into two sections: with a girlfriend, and without a girlfriend. Beyond that, any distinct chronology fades, obscured behind a miasma of drugs, laughter, music, sex, cigarette smoke… full story HERE »

From The Recesses – God Gives a Wink

I don’t have any rational way to explain Oriel Laurent’s presence in my life, but I’ve got to chalk her up to something. When my non-religious friends hear the story, they tend to rationalize it as random chance, pure dumb luck. But they have the luxury of leaving her on the far side of their… full story HERE »

Terrible But True – Deet, Dust and Dating

The remarkably talented and adorable Anne Seymour, our former London Correspondent went loopy living in The Big Smoke and recently set upon a year-long trip to Zambia where she is working to help prevent the spread of HIV, while also attempting to date as many cute boys as possible. So, Anne, thanks again for taking… full story HERE »

W.T.F? – Antigua Journal

The Femoral Artery is a main artery in the body that runs from the external iliacartery, near the stomach, all the way down both legs. It carries oxygen, among many other things, to the lower half of the body. If you are male you get a hard-on because of this artery, and/or because you are… full story HERE »

Terrible But True – Of History Class and Hooker Debts

When I first started working in the New York City Public Education system, my father gave me a bit of advice. He said, “Whatever you do, don’t end up on the cover of the New York Post.” Sound advice for anyone, really. Particularly if you are going to be working with minors. And the vast… full story HERE »

Letter From The Editors – March / April 2010

Semana Santa is presently washing over us like a tsunami of purple robes with thousands of floating – then sinking – now sinking, now floating again – cross-bearing effigies.  It is a beautiful time of year. Neighbors get together and make gorgeous alfombras, the intricate flowered carpets that take hundreds of man-hours to create and… full story HERE »

Terrible But True – The Naturists

David and I loitered anxiously, hoping someone would pick us for their team. The crowd were about to play “It’s A Knockout” and we wanted in. Straining to catch the captains’ eyes, we waited pitifully as the finger of favour pointed at people all around us. But we just weren’t wanted. I’m sure it wasn’t… full story HERE »

First Person Shooter – Part Time, Part One

I’ve had some jobs in my day.

It always happened like this. I needed some money so I found some way to make it. The thought of a career never really was my thing. Being something – a doctor, a lawyer, an Indian chief just didn’t ring true. The sense of permanence, grown-up-dom, self-importance, and lack… full story HERE »

The Surly Bartender – Honesty in Discourse

Regular readers know that the Surly Bartender does not suffer fools gladly, from patchouli stinkin’ hippies spreading bubblegum Buddhism and sexually transmitted diseases across the gringo trail to yacht-masted, Right Wing rogues who feel entitled (by their inheritance and their investment portfolios) to bitch about poorer people collecting “entitlements.” But… full story HERE »