Category Archives: 90s

Personal Ban On New Year’s Eve

December 31, 2024 – 1:38 am

Rain pounded the Brooklyn streets in sheets on the last night of 2018. Shannon and Charlotta traveled to a Fellini soiree on Park Slope. I had planned to spend the evening with Doctor Nepola, except on Sunday I discovered my old college friend invitation was for Christmas Eve. “Opps.” Geoffery invited me to a Lesbian […]

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Not CIA

December 20, 2024 – 10:30 pm

Phillip Brook came from Tasmania. We met in Paris during the 1980s. He was a journalist and hardcore junkie also a little queer, not that I minded, because queers were much more fun than straights in Boston, New York, or the City of Lights. We worked together for several magazines and journals. He was a […]

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NORTH NORTH HOLLYWOOD – Chapter 1 – A novel by Peter Nolan Smith

December 19, 2024 – 1:59 am

Six women crowded the honeymoon suite of the Coastal Motel. The buxom ‘groom’ waited patiently on the bed, while the brutish camerawoman glanced at the director and tapped her watch. “Lena, are you ready yet?” A bead of sweat trickled down the wiry director’s spine, as she knocked on the bathroom door. “One more minute,” […]

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To Forgive and Forget by Peter Nolan Smith

December 1, 2024 – 6:25 am

After my youngest brother died of AIDS in 1995, I traveled to the holiest shrines in Asia. The ancient temples salved little of my grief and I switched to worshipping the high heels of the go-go girls. Vee danced at the Baby A Go-Go in Pattaya. She had one eye. We had an affair. The […]

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30,000 Feet over Burma – May 5, 1990 – Journal Entry

November 20, 2024 – 1:10 am

Previously published May 24, 2023 I have a flight to Kathmandu. I wish I could stay in Bangkok, but my money is getting low. I called New York from the Malaysia Hotel lobby. A collect call to Rickie Boy, who complained, “I haven’t had anyone to drink with since you left. The city sucks. The […]

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