Story Teller...
Always the story teller is one of the most cherished of the tribe, often as much as the shaman. Southerners in particular, seem well
versed at sharing tall tales and big stories.   Here I offer mine for your enjoyment.
Talk to me.
Continuing the White Trash Drama
here are few stories yet to be told.

  • Camping Night - Little did he know Mom
    hadn't paid the electric and wouldn't until

  • The Science project - A crucifixion of
  • Illegal Amigos - Equal what?

  • 3GPWT
Here's a little bit...

As Bobby Lee Curtis is about to change the world he knows, memories of his six siblings and Mom, the town drunk, overwhelm him.  “Granny Boop’s Big House,” the hot pink dwelling
they called home would vibrate with the sheer joy of living despite the sadness they faced almost daily. Now thirty five, he frets in his Washington DC apartment contemplating his
imminent move to Florida. With his exotic dark lover at his side providing him with much needed courage, Bobby is determined.   

Like most “Poor White Trash,” the Curtis family knows true love, fear and alcohol all too well. Alas, being a life time member, Mom spends the government checks at the VFW. The
unique existence she provides her offspring is akin to something stuck on your shoe that won't scrape off. Imagination, risk and neglect both teach and entertain these kids. They play
“Nigger in the Street,” smoke pot and enjoy the Beach Boys. Spy on Bobby Lee through the key hole as he explores the forbidden dark corners and discovers a truth he was never taught.  

Escaping Mom's clutches, the Party really gets started for Bobby. Moving often and looking for love in all the wrong places, a long line of men wreak havoc on his body and spirit. With
the rest of the gang now gone their separate ways, he and Lorna Sue, find themselves the sole occupants of the Big House with Mom. His sexual freedom explodes. A chance roof top
encounter leads Bobby to the Wild Side and his “practice boyfriend,” who is on a search for his lost Christian soul. On DuPont Circle, AIDS finds its way into Bobby’s home and death
brings on a sobering change to his perspective. He becomes frantic in his search for happiness.

As if ordained, Marlowe the loyal best friend shows up wearing an AC/DC T-shirt and they become inseparable. After the demise of Bobby’s lover, the boys find a new best friend,
Richard, with an extra row of eyelashes and dashing southern ways. Allied, these compatriots now face life in the city as one.

Through the decades Bobby Lee takes pains to keep in touch with the tribe as it continues to grow. Cynthia Margaret the oldest, a “wannabe” saint, takes on the awesome responsibility
of teaching them all about the Cross. Tommy Gene, next in line, is lost early. His attempts at being a brother are meager at best. Mabel Jean, the middle child runs Mom’s personal Taxi
until the end but remains constantly in the shadow of the Big One. Lost in the mountains is Lorna Sue, the Redneck baby of the family.

With a crisp witty tongue, Bobby Lee lays bare this unique hierarchy. Eagerly supporting him are the Good Witch, Linda Sue and his brother Stanley Douglas. Adrift, the clan loses their
anchor and the map is lost with her. The new millennium takes a toll on our survivor. Lost in Florida, his Momma passes, his Fag Hag returns to England and his beloved Duran suddenly
wants to stop pretending.

After Cynthia spends years selling Mom’s little shack, the rift in the family is complete. The very thing Betty Jean had been afraid of comes to pass. Despite that Bobby’s personal
family triangle remains intact and strong, as he and Stanley survive heart breaking divorces and Linda Sue continues to fight her own inevitable outcome.

Finally ready to leave the Beach, Bobby unwittingly takes his seat on a roller coaster. Saying good-bye to Florida and Duran is actually easy and now of course, there is Gregorio. The two
of them buckle up and run off to DC, stopping in Tampa, Chicago, Atlanta, a moment in New England, and that weekend in Key West. This journey is enlightening for Bobby as he
comes to understand he is still searching for something.

Witness a darker side of America filled with conditional love, slutty gay boys, pot heads, the VFW and White Trash.  All seven children manage to make it through despite having nothing
in the kitchen but free Coca-Cola from Mom’s job, hot dogs and Captain Crunch.  “Growing up Gay White Trash and Liking it,” was not easy but certainly a lot of fun!
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