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April 2011


my (our) books

Fool for Love When You Don't See Me

Someone Like You I'm Your Man

He's The One It Had To Be You

The Mammoth Book of New Gay Erotica Best Gay Erotica 2007

Best Gay Love Stories: New York City Best Gay Love Stories 2005

Three Fortunes In One Cookie The Deal


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P.O. Box 131845, Houston, TX., 77219.

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solitary confinement

I'm all alone at The Compound.

Becky and Mr. Becky went to Alabama to attend and participate in one of those rituals that involves a baby, water and lots of screaming. I think once Becky stops screaming, the baby is supposed to kiss her ring. Or something like that. It's been a while since I've been to one of those.

So that leaves me here, alone for a few days, minding the hounds. I don't have to mind Lazlo, since we're just lucky he lets us live here. He's very independent. I try to move back and forth between my apartment and Becky's house every three hours. Three hours with Becky's dogs, three hours with River, and back again. Promenade, change partners, bow to your corner...

Twice a day I spend one hour trying to get River to understand that pooping is a good thing to do. I don't try to understand the logic that states The front yard is better for pooping, but that's where he does it. Eventually. After sitting and staring at the ground for fifteen minutes. Like me, he'd rather poop alone, so I'll go inside and watch him from the window and wait for him to trot down the driveway to the front yard. However, if he sees me in the window, he'll perk up and stare at me, completely forgetting why he's outside. So there's me, staring out a window, waiting for a dog to poop, and ducking every five minutes when he looks my way. Fun!

River's a tricky bastard, too. After about twenty minutes, he'll trot down the driveway with his I'm Going To Poop face on. This is usually where I sneak outside and creep down the driveway to make sure he's pooped. Only, he caught on to that after a week. So I started waiting until he came back to the door, and then I'd go outside to make sure he pooped. Now he's figured out that if he goes to the front yard and comes back without pooping, I'll still come outside. Oh, what a crafty bastard. Now I just let him out and sit down for an hour to read. While I poop.

Then I get to pick up the poop from the yard. Yay! My life is shit.

This is the glamorous life that Sheila E. spoke of, kids.