July 16, 2016
In the fall of 1995 I crouched on a bench in Central Park. It was a crisp, blue sky day. I had been writing another novel about the Vietnam War resistance in previous years. But I had begun fiddling with…
July 4, 2016
TERRI HALL Terri Hall (1953-1995) was an actress of the Golden Age of Erotic Films. She had been trained as a dancer and performed with the Harkness Ballet, the Stuttgart Ballet and the American Ballet Theater. Interested in acting,…
July 2, 2016
I boarded the N train at the 31st Street station in Astoria. It was a gorgeous fall day in New York City in the fall of 1994. I had moved to the city a few months before. I watched the…
June 20, 2016
In the summer of 1992 I walked out of the Kinko’s in Columbia, South Carolina, with a box full of books. The box contained the first book I had ever published. It was, oddly, a book on religious art. Yet…
June 4, 2016
TURIN EROTIC PAPYRUS The Turin Erotic Papyrus is a collection of sexual illustrations. The artist is unknown. It was created in Deir el-Medina, a village near Thebes in Egypt, about 1150 BC, during the reign of Pharoah Rameses the…
May 29, 2016
I was still in Columbia in the spring of 1992. Sitting on my porch, I read a story by Mark Twain. In it the greatest writer who had ever existed was never published, and his scripts were locked away in…
May 20, 2016
PIETRO ARETINO Pietro Aretino (1492-1556) was a poet, playwright, satirist and letter-writer. He is known as the as the father of…
May 5, 2016
GERARD DAMIANO Gerard Damiano (1928-2008) was a director and writer of erotic films. His works included Deep Throat, The Devil in Miss Jones, Memories within Miss Aggie, The Story of Joanna, Let My…
May 1, 2016
I crouched up in the mountain stream that overlooked Sidney Park. In the southern heat, it was cooler up by the water. I had moved to moved to Columbia, South Carolina in 1991. Suddenly, I pulled out the script for…
April 23, 2016
I traveled down to Monroe Harbor to write. It was summer 1988, and I lived in Chicago. Listening to the boats clank, I lay on the slope above Lake Michigan. I pulled out the script of Ceremonies. It was the…