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Fame On The F Train

January 10, 2024 – 11:10 am

Yesterday afternoon my long journey from Sriracha, Thailand ended with the 747’s touchdown at JFK in New York. I hadn’t slept much on the flight and jetlag threatened to seize my body and soul, as I unpacked my bag at my Fort Greene apartment. Sleep crowded my vision, but the writer Bruce Benderson was celebrating […]

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If Bruce Came to My House

June 13, 2021 – 7:17 am

In April 2008 I lived nowhere. My apartment in the East Village had been taken over by the faceless management company. I lived with my wife and daughter in Pattaya until this April. We had good times and bad times. It was home, then again I considered anyplace home once you buy a roll of […]

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The Demise of Naked Gay Discos in Miami

January 4, 2018 – 10:31 am

“How do you like it here?” Bruce Benderson asked in the courtyard of the Palm Beach house which a telecommunications millionaire has entrusted in my care. His East European friends were cooking lunch. Glenn his friend was perusing Anthony Haden-Guest’s book on New York nightlife. Our mutual friend Scottie Taylor featured in several chapter. We […]

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The End Of The Road

March 3, 2014 – 7:44 pm

The other day I was speaking with Bruce Benderson. Both of us were lamenting the hard economic times. “I’m four months behind in my rent.” Bruce still lived in the East Village. “I’m only one month.” I had been economically cleansed from East 1Oth Street by a $10,000 buyout from the managment company. The money […]

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Goodness Gracious Pedos

August 24, 2006 – 6:31 am

A good friend emailed me the other day. He’s a famous author. His books are translated into French. Most of them are about his sexual dalliances with rent boys. I keep telling him to come to Pattaya. It seems like he’d fit right in. Especially in Boystown. He wrote.

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