I've stumbled upon an artistic coterie of individuals who champion creativity, social justice and the art of performance of life's rich pageantry. As a result, I've been hitting up a number of queer open mics around the city. I need to create new material but in the meantime I'm resting on my laurels by relying on old standbys. This particular piece has garnered mixed reviews. It started as a personal journal which I never intended for publication. Then I figured, what the hell?
This is me at Smackdab, an open mic in the Castro reading from my article in DNA magazine It's not for the faint of heart nor appropriate for every audience. I'm going to hell.
