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Padric continues: Warning: This material is not for prudes

            “Sex was always instant and quick – you were ever-ready. I knew that the best way to a man’s heart in prison was through his prick or asshole, and learned quickly to have at least five husbands. It was smart to have a man in the kitchen because the food was so terrible – connections for sandwiches. A man in the laundry so I could look pretty. A man in the library so I could keep my culture and intellect high. A man in the hospital for little goodies like cold cream. Vaseline. Shampoo. A man working in one of the factories because he earned money – to have a Daddy with money.

            “I became a seminal dump. My only reality was the second of ejaculation. I’d choose the freakiest of mates – Neanderthals – humpy-punky but masculine. I was sometimes known as Millicent Duchess of Southerland, sometimes as Tarzanna because I could swing up through the catwalks from tier to tier. If I had a boyfriend, we’d make arrangements between count time when the guards came by, I’d swing up to his tier, turn the trick, and swing back down in a matter of minutes.

            “I fell madly in love with a big Irish donkey who worked in the kitchen and was almost directly above me on the second tier. We began our romance. He’d write me love notes. He’d get a big hard-on and bang it on the locker to let me know, like the cave man beating his chest. We’d send each other our jockey shorts, and occasionally we’d exchange tiny bottles of seminal fluid. I’d sing to him because we almost never got together.” [from taped interviews for The Potato Eater]IMG_0807

 

re: Potato Eater — gay novella in production

In our interview, Padric continued speaking

      “Immediately I had ‘Homosexual, Degenerate, Cock Sucker’ stamped on my records so I was rarely in population with the rest of the men. I was kept in segregation with junkie queens, wino queens, booster queens, prick peddlers, drag queens and some men who just preferred to be in the homo block where they were adored and given sexual comfort. Life in segregation with those mad sissies was like being caged with a mass of mad, screaming peacocks.

       “Sex was always instant and quick – you were ever-ready. I knew that the best way to a man’s heart in prison was through his prick or asshole, and learned quickly to have at least five husbands. It was smart to have a man in the kitchen because the food was so terrible – connections for sandwiches. A man in the laundry so I could look pretty. A man in the library so I could keep my culture and intellect high. A man in the hospital for little goodies like cold cream. Vaseline. Shampoo. A man working in one of the factories because he earned money – to have a Daddy with money.

(more to come)

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Joining the soup and salad, here comes the lowly potato

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I was 16 when I was arrested for corrupting the morals of soldiers and sailors, blocking a public doorway, and disturbing the peace.

      In prison I began to grow up and learn. I learned how to pick pockets, how to open five kinds of safes, how to forge checks, how to work second story, how to boost. We’d practice there. I learned all the necessary things to spend 20 more years in different prisons. Riker’s Island was my Junior High School. Sing Sing and Dannemora State were my High Schools. The chain gang and Leavenworth were my colleges.”

These words were spoken to me by a man named Padric McGarry during an interview a number of years ago. Padric had spent 20 years in 21 prisons across American during a time when being gay meant being segregated, abused, violated in body and spirit. Born in the Bronx to an Irish mother, father unknown, he became a petty thief, a male hustler, and, as he explained, when alcohol was added to the mix, he usually ended up in jail.

Padric asked me to write his biography and I did many interviews. Sadly, he died before we could complete it. Now, years later, I’ve resurrected Padric’s life in the form of a novella to be titled POTATO EATER.

(More about Padric soon.)

 

 

 

 

 

Soup, a salad and two true stories

The new TMI’s reissues are:

Two novels:

1. The Devil’s Mistress

The story of the woman who lived and died with Hitler — Eva Braun.

(The soup)

2. Clairvoyant, The Imagined Life of Lucia Joyce

The story of James Joyce’s daughter who she was diagnosed as schizophrenic and spent over 40 years in mental hospitals though her father believed that she was a genius, like him, and that she was a clairvoyant who could see beyond normal reality.

(The salad)

Two nonfictions:

A Special Fate, Chiune Sugihara, Hero of the Holocaust

The story of the Japanese diplomat who went against his government’s orders and saved over 5000 Jews who were running for their lives to escape Hitler, and, by doing so, destroyed his career and future written for ages 10 – 14 but accessible to anyone.

Fiet’s Vase and Other Stories of Survival, Europe 1939-1945

25 true stories of survival by Jews and others during World War II

Swan dive into 2015

IMG_0772Back from California and Arizona, all four planned reissues — THE DEVIL’S MISTRESS, CLAIRVOYANT, FIET’S VASE, A SPECIAL FATE — two literary novels, two nonfiction books, one for young people — are now LIVE on Amazon as Books and as Kindles.  All looking, feeling, smelling and tasting great with New Author’s Notes to keep things current. TMI Press in Providence has outdone itself and a luscious, celebratory meal at Blossom in Chelsea was shared during which I was invited by TMI to publish another work.

Discussions began.

MeToo

Found myself nodding MeToo while watching the following video received on FB this morning. One needn’t watch it entirely as it’s a bit long, but, even a few minutes of viewing gets the message across — that people in Iran are like me and I’m like them. We’re not oil and water but more like oil and vinegar. Seems obvious. Indeed, something I was taught while sitting on a small chair in a kindergarden classroom. Perhaps, because it was so long ago, I needed to be reminded by this clever, amusing (albeit a bit rough on Bollywood) video, and yes, literally nodding my head.

https://www.facebook.com/video.php?v=256489661216608&set=vb.229084263957148&type=2&theater

Now back to packing for a trip, drinking coffee, working to promote my two new (still bottle fed) children THE WOMAN WHO BROUGHT MATISSE BACK FROM THE DEAD and ELEPHANT IN THE LIVING ROOM (Oneiro Press, UK).  Finally, with one more coffee, work continues proofing four books soon to be reissued with new intros, new covers, entirely refreshed by TMI Press in Providence, RI. Lucky me. Lucky books.

Dare I post a little appetizer of this coming new series?  Oh, what the hell. The Devil’s Mistress….

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