


I thought I ran out of words
“It is not the answer that enlightens but the question.” ~Eugene Ionesco I am not sure why but all of a sudden I started having this feeling that there was nothing more to write about. That thought alone disturbed me. Then I saw the above quote and...
He casually said “It’s gonorrhea!~A Memoir
I guess this heading got your attention! I contracted gonorrhea at the age of 19. My Italian* boyfriend, who also happened to be a heroin addict and a male prostitute passed it on to me. He died of AIDS sometime in the 1980s. *I say Italian because he was accepted...