This poem is usually spoken only, but I want to share it. I wrote this while living in Los Angeles attending a drama school where the populous of straight men was dense. Then I thought to myself, “Self, there was no boyfriend before LA, so it must be something else…” I’mma Square by Lisa...
Why wasn’t that just rude of me? I never considered the followers and continuous readers of the CB Publishing blog when I just up and started posting entries without the formal, “Hi, my name is…” I was so caught up in The Game season premiere last Tuesday, that I encroached on this blog’s territory....