Love’s Illusions I Recall

Jay Gatsby became the man he believed Daisy Buchannan could love. Perhaps otherwise content to live a life of middling aspiration, he hustled – with legendary parties, crooked cash and fancy cars – until he’d built around himself a mythic gravity, sufficient, he hoped, to pull West Egg across the water. Did he do all […]

Silent Body, Speaking Body

[The following is an excerpt from the second edition of Live Through This: On Creativity and Self-Destruction edited by Sabrina Chap with the kind permission of Seven Stories Press.]  It’s my first month teaching dance at this school and every day is a slow victory, a bumbling trial-and-error of finding my place amidst the tide of […]

I am Hobart, and I am an Alcoholic

I am Hobart, and I am an alcoholic. I am also a homosexual who is currently coming to terms with a particularly juicy slice of the insane life I led when I first arrived in New York City in the early 1990s. Years later, in 2006, I would crash, burn, hit rock bottom and eventually […]

Love’s Illusions I Recall

Jay Gatsby became the man he believed Daisy Buchannan could love. Perhaps otherwise content to live a life of middling aspiration, he hustled – with legendary parties, crooked cash and fancy cars – until he’d built around himself a mythic gravity, sufficient, he hoped, to pull West Egg across the water. Did he do all […]