What are you
supposed to do with all the stories you’ve collected when the donor is distant
but still at hand? Can you sell them? Do they move into the public domain? What
am I supposed to do with all of this fucked up shit I’ve been given?
My fourth and most confessional post on this brief blog tour is now up
at 4-Letter Words, called “Making Faces in the Dark.” The photo of the
attractive man that crowns the post is not actually me, despite his furrowed
brow and pen. He is actually a stock male. I, too, am a stock male, but not
that kind. I am a different brand.