This is no longer the same San Remo where Dylan Thomas attempted gallant meldings of inebriation, gratification, and obliteration. I sat where I imagined he may have, trying to understand the dynamic of how his process of obliteration of self made him ever more eminently present. The more he killed himself the more alive... »

I was mixing black and tans in honor of the mulatto affair I was having with Nielle. Black and tans … Read the rest »

Li looked firmly into his eyes. “No! I want man who is also a woman.” Penman nodded against his will, his gaze stealing down toward the strap-on dildo she was generously coating with lube. It thrust out like a red cannon from her leather harness. Why red? Is it because she’s from China? Penman... »

Hollywood, summer of 1964. I had been living in California for almost a year now and still felt like a fish out of water. Growing up in Canada where I studied ballet from the time I was a small child, Los Angeles was mystifying to me with its palm trees, bright sunlight... »

WHEN SALLY DETROIT CAME TO NEW YORK to visit her sister and turn over 50 pounds of bay scallops, little did she know that she would fall in love and get the ride of her life. While her baby sister Alice had pursued the dreams of the upwardly mobile, Sal was the wandering gypsy... »

Gordo ordered them on their knees. There were 24 men and women, all wearing the same type backpack. There were two dark-skinned Mexicans that Sangrita had disarmed. They were the “Coyotes”, the guides that took part of the thousand dollar per person ticket to ride that these poor people paid to have a risky... »

In 1900, ALFRED JARRY (1873-1907) published what remains the only convincing plan ever devised for the construction of a time machine. So it’s stupid to pretend that the pioneering French sci-fi author/playwright was not himself a visitor from a future in which religion, politics, violence, and other Ubu-esque social ills have been vanquished thanks... »

  Millions of us old, battered Believers prayed for this movement to arise – while k… Read the rest »

After 43 years The Fugs return to London. America's legendary subversive rockers are curator Ray Davies' special guests at this year's Meltdown Festival. Playing Saturday, June 11 are the current Fugs, together since 1985: guitarist/singer Steven Taylor, bassist Scott Petito, drummer/singer Coby Batty and singer/co-founder/guiding light/poet/journalist/novelist/activist Ed Sanders. Missing will be Tuli Kupferberg, the... »

Dr. Faustaroll is permanently on ether sabbatical.  Filling in is the distinguished sick fuc… Read the rest »

There was no art in life just raw bodies colliding in the chemical night soft explosions of lust and battery eclipsing the civilized as the years poured down the drain. Echoes of that loveless tune still resound through the hallways of the Hotel Chelsea epidural center of a numb youth the hum of true Bohemia coursing through the building »

Ellen Berger, Alicia Doddy, Ray Mungo and Robear Yamaguchi In late aftern… Read the rest »

Trouble started right away as our driver announced he would not take us to Connaught Circle because “it is a holiday” and “everything closed” and “nothing to do.” No, instead he would take us to a very good restaurant he knew, everything good there, and shops open. I had no patience with... »

The winter solstice is the whole rationale for Christmas, Hanuukah, New Year’s, Kwanzaa, and all those other year-end celebrations. The ancients studied the planets and stars and came to understand this eminently predictable annual moment when the daily sun reaches its lowest duration, then turns around and begins its slow upward climb so that... »

Cambodia is a young country, 70 per cent of the population is under 30. An entire generation was decimated by the Khmer Rouge in the 1970’s. And it’s worth noting that the country shows signs of progress. There’s a conspicuous public relations campaign to combat child sexual abuse and exploitation. »

The landscape was less than beautiful – hardscrabble rice paddies, occasional thatched-roof huts, people fishing from the banks. But it was a lovely day for a boat trip, a Cambodian idyll. »

The concept of traveling at Christmas – not to visit family or friends, indeed to escape them and the awful jingle bell season entirely – came to us in an Arctic inspiration about 20 years earlier and, having once tasted the delicious elixir of Yuletide liberation, we have enjoyed it nearly every year since.... »

It is common knowledge, especially among themselves, that Sikhs are on a higher path. But they are conservative, they don’t smoke or drink; you would never ask a Sikh to score dope, for example, because they consider smoking ganga strictly a low class vice. . . But I wasn’t an impoverished youth on... »

It seems like the General in-charge had felt betrayed by Gordo not showing up with his payoff. Betrayed enough to order the Captain to open fire on us because the promised first deposit to insure the Kid’s safe return had never arrived with my missing mule, and thus, could not be donated to el... »

Rank in Mexico either comes through family or through power moves. The Colonel lit a cigarette from his silver case, waved his manicured hand toward her, and said, “Jack Wesley Hardin, may I introduce---“ most of his words were lost as I rose to my feet. She looked like a panther in her little... »

Pulling out of the parking lot, I looked back through the rear view mirror in time to witness Gordo back his old pick-up truck into the front grill of someone’s new Corvette. Only his family connections kept me from shooting him for sport some dark night. »

  “dick lit” is here to acknowledge the good, bad and ugly that goes with it, a… Read the rest »

All the pure products of America make some sort of gravy. Fast cars leak motor oil in the driveway and soft lumps form in the sand if there is some. Sweat rolls down the ass-crack of day-laborers and Britney Spears. Unearned or unexpected, we hope you enjoy our sauce. We like our fat and our juices ... »

Gordo was now in his uniform complete with name tag to match the U.S. Department of Agriculture emblems on each side of his doors. He carried tools and two ten-gallon plastic water coolers strapped to the rear of his bumper. Water is life. The ruse had saved us before. Gordo, acting the part one... »