The original Devon’s Diary
I wrote about escorting but usually tried to put it in the context of my life, which meant talking about the business side of the business; my friends, whom I gave pseudonyms; art I had seen and art I was making; gay culture and its discontents; politics; books and movies; and whatever else was on my mind.
From time to time on Reliable Narratives I post “Flashback” entries from the original Devon’s Diary. As I continue to do so, I’ll try to maintain an updated list of entries here for easy access.
Flashback: The popcorn ball epiphany — June 19, 2002. An an excerpt of an interview with two Orlando-based escorts, a couple who used to work at Disney, that should make clear that sex workers are very much part of the 99 percent.
Flashback: Quiver like the leaves — July 13/18, 2004. An entry posted on my behalf while I was in the loony bin; it consists of what I considered relevant passages by Terry Eagleton, Stephen Crane and Gustave Flaubert from the Norton Anthology of Literature.
Flashback: The greeter — April 8, 2003. This entry may explain why former U.S. Sen Larry Craig (R-Idaho) would have been better off assuming a wide stance at Honolulu International Airport.
Flashback: Philadelphia story / Bastian King interview — June 5, 2002. A review of the Philadelphia Museum of Art’s Barnett Newman retrospective interwoven with an interview with a Philly-based African-American escort.
Flashback: oh, DEAR!!! — June 30, 2004. An entry consisting entirely of appropriated text from my credit-card issuer, posted at the height of my meth-induced mania the day before my confinement in the loony bin.
Flashback: My biggest fan — literally — Nov. 30, 2001. An early entry introducing a client who gave me permission to write about him and post pictures on a recurring basis. A gainer, someone with a fetish for gaining as much weight as he can, my biggest fan kicked off a number of interesting discussions about gay men and body image.
Flashback: Metro-asexual monk – July 11, 2004 (Taunton State Hospital). An entry written from the forensic psychiatric hospital where I was stabilized and evaluated for my competency to stand trial. I wrote this 11 days after being arrested in the midst of a crystal meth-induced psychotic episode.