The New York Times published my indoor tackle story “When The Fire Hydrant Was The End Zone.” In 1962, the New York football Giants played fourteen games each season. Seven games at home and seven games away. Away games were televised. Twenty one hours of heaven. The League blacked out home games to discourage a drop… Read more »
It is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than for a poor man to enter into the middle kingdom in America. Thus sayeth the Times. These hyperbolic Republican primaries are bogus. As if we did not implode 3 years ago because of 8 years of Bushian malfeasance. Maybe it’s… Read more »
While on Aruba, I’ve made a habit of waking, lying in place for a few minutes on the beach, journaling my dreams and day’s plan, strolling naked, stretching, being still, gazing at the always impressive appearance of the Sun, taking a whore’s bath at the water’s edge, dressing and being on my way. That is… Read more »
I was not a very good mother. I was always running out to do a movie or something. If I had to do it over, I would either have a career or children. I wouldn’t do both unless I could work in my home. I spent 20 years feeling guilty, which is not a very nice… Read more »
“Twenty two stops to the city, 22 stops…” Garland Jeffreys voice kicks in, joining the drum’s beat on “Coney Island Winter,” his new single from his terrific album The King of In Between, a lament and love letter to New York City. Brooklyn-born Jeffreys is a New York City storyteller who uses music to lay his… Read more »
I took a week off from ‘Almost Carrie’ to enjoy the holidays, but don’t think for a second that I stopped contemplating Sex and the City‘s profound effects on society. In fact, Christmas vacation proved a catalyst for a complicated meditation on one of Sex and the City’s most enduring controversies—the ubiquitous presence of SATC stuff…. Read more »
Women learn a lot about themselves in their 20s and 30s. They learn that using the phrase “You don’t love me like I love you,” while faux-crying is not really cute. They learn that when they get gas, it’s more likely linked to the broccoli they ate at lunch than a spontaneous pregnancy. They learn… Read more »
I decided to start writing Big City Siren after a homeless man peed on me…
Poet, novelist, and gay activist, Perry Brass has published 15 books including the erotic classics Mirage, Angel Lust, and The Substance of God. Born in Savanah, Georgia, Perry has called New York his home since 1966. In 1969, Perry joined the Gay Liberation Front and became an editor of Come Out!, the world’s first gay liberation newspaper. Each month,… Read more »
AANY: Who are you and where are you from? Carrie: Carrie Patterson from Dallas, Texas, originally from Oklahoma. I’ve been in Dallas for around 8 years. AANY: What do you do? Carrie: I work for a foster care and an adoption agency in Plano, Texas. We place foster kids in foster homes through child protective… Read more »
