Update: "Faggots" are Funny Pts. 1 - 14 by Nelson Mallory |
The conclusion is finally here and posted on my blog at www.storiesbynelson.blogspot.com I can't thank all of you enough for supporting this story. Please enjoy this final chapter, and let me kn...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Jan 2008 08:31:00 GMT |
"Faggots" are Funny - Part 5 by Nelson Mallory |
Only a few days had passed, since he'd drunkenly turned the first page. Now, having finished the last, Malik felt a rush of clairvoyance. The narrative of Rustin had penetrated him. The language, acad...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Oct 2007 22:03:00 GMT |
"Faggots" are Funny - Part 4 by Nelson Mallory |
On the stroll, just after 11 p.m. He happened upon Jai. Malik stopped short of crossing the street. Obscured, he watched, Jai and another male, black, melded, in a pointed kiss. Jai saw his companion ...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Sep 2007 04:39:00 GMT |
"Faggots" are Funny - Part 3 by Nelson Mallory |
Malik, stood on the platform, at the 14th Street station, for the 2 train to 125th Street in Harlem. He figured he was not coming back to campus that night, so he was sure to stop by Michelle's room, ...
Posted by on Thu, 23 Aug 2007 22:41:00 GMT |
"Faggots" are Funny - Part 2 by Nelson Mallory |
Malik, normally, slept in on Fridays, the benefit of not having classes. This Friday was no different. There was partying the night before, with Michelle and friends, on the eve of her twentieth birth...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Aug 2007 14:30:00 GMT |
"Faggots" are Funny - Part 1 by Nelson Mallory |
Malik thought of himself as atypical in comparison to other blacks at NYU. He wasn't some affluent "sellout" that hailed from the suburbs, or one that hailed from the projects, but then turned "Oreo" ...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Aug 2007 06:31:00 GMT |
A Letter to Mom by Nelson Mallory |
I decided to write a letter. I thought a letter would allow me to convey everything, sans interruption, or stammering. It took a few ...
Posted by on Tue, 31 Jul 2007 06:06:00 GMT |
Good Days, Bad Days by Nelson Mallory |
I cried this evening. I did not expect to run into him. It's been about two years since we've seen each other. And of all places, I b...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Jul 2007 02:21:00 GMT |
My Last Name by Nelson Mallory |
Johnson. It's such a common last name. Whenever I meet someone with the name Johnson, I'm reminded of myself at age five, twenty years ago, when my name was Blake Johnson. My parents wasted no time ch...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Jul 2007 06:36:00 GMT |
Unfinished by Nelson Mallory |
"I don't think we should go."
"You spent all this time getting ready, as did I. We're going."
Rich, wondered if his boyfriend, Will, would be as eager to go, if he knew the whole story. He told Will t...
Posted by on Sun, 17 Jun 2007 17:04:00 GMT |
