True Florida Stories
On a Monday evening, before the downtown’s 20-somethings file in line, I head to a space of queer-inclusive, universal human desire: the University Club bathroom.
My cause is less biologically urgent than the typical restroom patrons’, but the space is no less occupied. I’ve cracked the door just enough to glimpse the singular stall inside when I hear the polite “Oh!” of someone struck from behind it
… Continue readingLiquid bodies, soft hearts
Ortiz had to wake up earlier than usual on the morning of his first event. He had played at many bazaars, markets and parties, but tonight was the first one with his name on it: JORDAY … Continue readingNo slowing down
Screen cracked, battery drained and about seven software updates behind, it was easy to tell the end was near for my iPhone 6s for a while, but that fatal fall was the nail in the coffin … Continue readingKeeping the past in my pocket
I step lightly up and down the board, speeding up, slowing down, turning, all the while distributing my weight, doing my best to understand the wave’s language … Continue readingThe bug
I step lightly up and down the board, speeding up, slowing down, turning, all the while distributing my weight, doing my best to understand the wave’s language.
The three of us are dancing, and I never want it to end.
The surf community calls this never-ending desire “the bug.” And once you get it, there’s no going back … Continue readingThe Bug