Something In My Head

So he called 911 and everybody came: paramedics, police and firefighters! They gave me a shot of something (I can't even tell where) and I regained conciousness - and immediately started to cuss everybody out. I felt fine but eventually I began to understand that something had just happened, so I complied with their requests and ended up at St. Luke's/Roosevelt Hospital Center. A CAT scan showed a raspberry-sized cyst in the right side of my head. Who knows what it is? The neurologist said it could be congenital - or it could be toxoplasmosis! Or lymphoma! Who knows?!

Well, I sure as hell don't know - and I don't have the health insurance I need to find out either. It's a predicament and I'm probably a little more laid back than I should be. I just hope I'm alive long enough to vote. Maybe then at least I can make this plane of existence better for someone else ... yadda yadda yadda ...

Something else in my head: have you seen this shit? If I had the interest or the energy, I'd be infuriated. I mean, for real, name one motherfucking writer featured in that book who resembles the model on its cover. I would rather have seen the authors own faces - many who I, like many others, have never seen. Does Mr. Harris et al truly believe that the soft porn imagery chosen represents either the writers or their work or that the imagery doesn't matter more than its influence on the potential buyer? Okay, yeah, now I'm outraged! Here's a book that chronicles the writings of Black gay men since 1969 - and here's a Black gay man who won't be purchasing it due to the shortsightedness and lack of vision of its editor (another more famous Black gay man) and publisher with regards to its cover image. And I know a bunch of queens are thrashing around in their graves as we speak ... especially Assotto Saint!