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John Edgar Wideman. Hiding Place Once upon a time. Once upon a time, he thought, if them stories I been hearing all my life are true, once upon a time they said God's green earth was peaceful and quiet. Seems like people bigger then. They had time to listen, time to talk and room to move round in. Aunt Aida talking bout people like they giants. That world was bigger, slower and he'd get jumpy, get lost in it. Like now in this stillness and quiet each sound seems too loud, seems strange because the roar of the city isn't here to drown the noises of his body, the noises of insects and trees and somebody else's breathing. But once upon a time him and Sarah alone in the middle of the night. Just the two of them and the world sleeping and you get mixed up. Can't tell whose stomach growls, who moans, whose warm juice running down your thigh. Because it's late and the city's asleep outside the window, outside the walls. You're in a story. There's room en

Homophobic Trigger

Righteous indignation with a hook. (from Home Coming ). Let's set the stage. Don L. Lee in the intro: "are no trees in Harlem or on the westside of Chicago. The only use/beauty she/we see in a tree, at this time in space, is the number of rifle butts it will produce." to all sisters what a white woman got      cept her white pussy           always sucking after blk/ness what a white woman got      cept her straight hair           covering her fucked up mind what a white woman got      cept her faggoty white man           who goes to sleep in her                                                        without                                                                       coming what a white woman got      cept money trying to buy up                a blk/man?                               yeah. what a white woman got? She's come a long way: "You rescued us from the tyranny of racism, sexism, homophobia, class and economic poverty . .

Canada Customs Protest

These are from the mid 1980s. Canada Customs was seizing gay porn and writing that depicted anal intercourse. The issue was raised with some urgency as sexually explicit material was necessary for spreading the word about safe sex. One fine protest day, I set up outside the Customs House in Kingston a display which featured compositions that ran the gamut of combinations of sexual orientations, all depicting anal intercourse. The words were printed on 11 x14 size paper in large font. Here are the versions. I My sheathed shaft gently probes his ass his first ring of muscle grips the head of my cock squeezes the flesh through the latex cover and that thin film lubed into strokes as he spreads his hands over my shoulder blades and hauls me towards him and i sink a few thrusts into his warm contracting hole warm wet and his rhythm the squeeze release is turned to the quiver of his luscious lower lip and the rubber constricts the base of my cock and the blood rushes meeting the