There’s something about a man led around by his dick. The arrested, slop-licking gaze, the ever-attentiveness, dick forward–my father is such a man. Maybe that’s why I can spot them, men and women leashed to some kind of compulsion, drinking, say, or eating, or even health. Give me five minutes and I’ll give you your…
Tag: Addiction
Giving Up Isaac
God once said to me,Give me your Isaacor whatever most precious:your mother’s amethyst,a pot of plastic peonies from your first winter lover,or your one functioning kidneywith overworked nephrons,I defied Him.And for thatI live in a no-frill no-hot water flaton East Houston and Thirdamong drug peddlersand dirty pigeons,who squander sidewalk space.Share quarters with a drag queenwho…