Homoamerican Stories

When did I become the person in this reflection? The eyes are mine, but the rest is not real yet. It's fascinating to become as many people as I wish, in as many months...

There is in this country a Secret Society, whose members are determined by genetic distinction and the only entrance requirement is invisibility. It's the search for thi...

#HomoAmerican - How do I find the man that is inside me? I do get angry; I can't help myself, at books and films; images that are meant to define us, to bind us, to sepa...

If I were not born different I might have imagined it for myself in some secret longing. Perhaps in the rote activity of another life I would feel emptiness and there i...