group of photographs is by far the largest for very good
reason; friends are the most important people in the world
to me. Family, well family has rebuffed my every attempt to
connect, and lovers, well, after Adam, there were no real
lovers other than the fling with Jimmie. But friends, they
are there through it all. The 3am phone calls full of woe,
the triumphs as well. That is why, on June 9th, my birthday,
I tell everyone to honor me by honoring their friends. Let
them know how special they are!
one is first for a reason. To the left is Stephen, and to
the right, the dearest person on the planet to me, Sara!
Ethem, who in the book is my teaboy. I also ended up
being one of the best men at his wedding. You'll have to
wait for that story...
was taken only a week or so after I'd met Ethem
Quereshini, who's voice is so lovely that she now makes a
living with it! She has returned to her native South Africa
and can be heard on the radio there.
other pic with Quereshini. to the left of me are Rob,
Quereshini's fag in waiting, and Marios.
Dorothy, my "Dumpln Warrior Woman." This wondrous soul was
able to deal with the most cantankerous residents of the
Graham with ease, strength and love.
are Cecilia and a boy whose name I honestly don't remember
playing glamour in the bedroom at Williamswood
you I had pictures of this! Here's Chey being "arrested" in
can see, charges were never brought. This is Chey and me in
an Ankara Tea Garden
am with Zephyr. The theme of the party was hats! Whew! look
at that true "redneck tan line" I got!
am with little Nikko on the slopes of the Acropolis
here we are again playing tourist at Delphi.
am with Rev Dee in Knoxville, where we'd just opened a day
care center for disabled adults.
Luis, a sweet Brazilian of my acquaintance
OK, more than acquaintance, he brought me roses, infer
what you will
Manderley, a woman who more that deserves all the good that
life can give
right: Louis, Frank, Moi, Thomas and Marios below
Ron and me in Palm Springs, it was Ron and his delightful
wife Betty who nursed me back to health after my appendix
blew at Logan airport while I was waiting for a flight to
Chey in the photo mentioned in the book
Me, Little Nikko in the agora
and me in 2005. Wait! you scream. I thought Jimmie was back
in the early 80s! Well, he was. But, I had this dream that I
had found him, and got on the computer to look and....