Love story archives: Pablo Radical.

He was not my first lover. He was the sixth boy I chose; I was fourteen and he was sixteen, our birthdays just days apart. And his name was not Pablo; Pablo Radical was just his nickname among our people. But he was my first great love, if obsession and passion and desire and adventure […]

My very earliest portraits.

As I’ve said before, I didn’t try to draw people until I was thirteen. Before that, it was 99% horses. But when I turned fourteen and became part of the Stuyvesant Freaks, I suddenly had so many friends and boyfriends and girlfriends. And I had sketchbooks around, of course, since I was going to be […]