The Smell of My Death
This conversation was going nowhere, and I suddenly felt a twinge of fear. Had my father possibly mentioned suicide?
The Death of a Poet
“Why aren’t you satisfied with what you are?” said God.
Unpublished Black History (The New York Times) In W. C. Handy’s Band
“A pleasant Father’s Day to our wonderful Pop. The children. June 20, 1948.”
Seen It All
“I’ve taken cocaine out of rectums, I’ve taken cocaine out of vaginas… I’ve seen everything, and everything I’ve seen!”
Peace, Love, and the Pussycat Theater
Alison talks to Wendy about what it was like growing up in Southern California in the 1960s and having parents who worked in the adult entertainment industry. Photos: Hollywood Blvd, 1987: Pussycat Theatre & Larry Edmunds Bookshop by John A. Mozzer