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 »
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 »
Last night, walking through Rockefeller Center a memory struck me like a brick. In 1970 the best bang for the buck in New York City was Radio City Music Hall. My sixteenth year was a very good one. After my last class at LaSalle Academy around 2pm, I’d take the # 6 subway at Bleecker… Read more »
My first coffin was metal. It measured six feet long, three feet wide, and three feet deep. It rested on a wood base that lifted its height up by one foot. It sat in near darkness at the rear of the parlor. Everyone paid their respects. Upon close examination, you saw it bled sweat and… Read more »
Last Thursday night, my husband and I went to a party that Esquire Magazine* hosted at a 23.5 million dollar apartment. The apartment, known as the ClockTower Penthouse, is a triplex in DUMBO, Brooklyn, and is the most expensive piece of real estate in the borough. The main floor features four enormous working glass clock… Read more »
There are some plays that, no matter how many different versions I’ve seen over the years, I will continue to seek out simply because the writing is so extraordinary. A Streetcar Named Desire comes to mind. Then there are plays that, although they are very good—masterpieces even—I feel no pressing need to ever see again. … Read more »
Thanksgiving morning, 1961, Mom woke me quietly and whispered, “Rory is sick. If you wake him up before you leave, you’re not going either.” I shook my head yes. I felt bad that my younger brother, Rory, wouldn’t see the parade, but I was happy to go with Dad alone. It was much easier having… Read more »
Mary Bly is a tenured professor of English Literature at Fordham University with a bachelor’s degree from Harvard, a master’s from Oxford, and a PhD from Yale. According to her Fordham faculty page, her current project, The Geography of Puns: London’s Bawdy Whores, addresses “the geographical and linguistic economies of early modern London.” She serves as… Read more »
Like my fathers’ mother, like my father, I love my stuff. I’m no Collyer brother. My place is neat, in its own way. I still own my first two records, both by Dave Seville and the Chipmunks: “Witch Doctor,” in 1958, and 1959, “Alvin’s Harmonica.” The football is from 1969 and the main reason it’s still here:… Read more »
