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    Bare: An Unzipped Anthology: Unzipped, #6
    Bare: An Unzipped Anthology: Unzipped, #6
    Bare: An Unzipped Anthology: Unzipped, #6
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    Bare: An Unzipped Anthology: Unzipped, #6

    By Valley Haggard and Cindy Cunningham

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    We are thrilled to introduce Bare: An Unzipped Anthology, a collection of 43 unique pieces by 35 writers - some of whom are long time members of the Life in 10 Minutes community, some of whom are joining us for the first time. Some of our writers have published widely while others are debuting within these pages, but they all have at least one thing in common: they were willing to shed the layers necessary to bare the truth of their pasts, their secrets, and their hearts. Herein they grant us inside views of the body, identity, sexuality, depression, loss, hunger, and mental illness, as well as deep love, gratitude, acceptance and the bittersweet joy of remembering times and people that have passed.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLife in 10 Minutes Press
    Release dateApr 1, 2022
    ISBN9781949246186
    Bare: An Unzipped Anthology: Unzipped, #6

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      Bare - Valley Haggard

      Introduction

      We are thrilled to introduce Bare: An Unzipped Anthology, a collection of 43 unique pieces by 35 writers — some of whom are long time members of the Life in 10 Minutes community, some of whom are joining us for the first time. Some of our writers have published widely while others are debuting within these pages, but they all have at least one thing in common: they were willing to shed the layers necessary to bare the truth of their pasts, their secrets, and their hearts. Herein they grant us inside views of the body, identity, sexuality, depression, loss, hunger, and mental illness, as well as deep love, gratitude, acceptance and the bittersweet joy of remembering times and people that have passed.

      The stories stand on their own, but from the opening sentence of Jer Long’s essay, when the bullies say Let’s butt in front of the fat boy to the closing of the book, when Linda Laino asks, Was it enough? Your life? you will find connections and themes so strong that the collection also feels like a community voice making bare its inner landscape of physical pain, emotional pain, moments of self discovery, claiming new identities, and coming through to the other side of loss.

      These writers come out of closets, their own skins, and the societies that have layered them with unwanted identities. They write large, they survive, they know how to let go and live a life.

      — Dr. Cindy Cunningham & Valley Haggard, Co–Editors

      Part I

      Written Large

      Written Large

      Jer Long

      Let’s butt in front of the fat boy, the thin track star joked with the trim basketball star as they stepped before me in the cafeteria line my first day of high school. I felt three feet tall and thirty feet wide.

      The gay world demanded three things when I busted out of the closet in 1977. To be David Cassidy slim, Tom Selleck mustachioed, and John Travolta disco clad were the basic requirements. Charm and wit, I was warned, was the ticket to the ball, but no one danced with the large lady, even if she sang.

      Would I ever get laid?!

      Sorry, I was informed after my audition for Annie Get Your Gun. You’re not quite what we’re looking for. To translate, Rotund roustabouts need not apply. I belted better than any of the competition, but the handsome, thin tenor who sang like a braying Billy goat won the prize.

      Steering clear of my bulimic mother’s example of weight control, I hit the running track the next day. I plunged into the deep end of a dietary obsession that taunted me for the next thirty years. Like Maria Callas, who strived to look like Audrey Hepburn, I ate only lean meat and salad. Cheese, peanut butter, starchy vegetables, sweets, and Grandma Florence’s coconut-butter-cream cake never passed my pouty pink lips.

      Victory! I returned to school that fall transformed. Sleek, chic, and magnifique, I was crowned king of my class. I scored the lead in The Music Man and escorted the head cheerleader to the prom. Baby, get off my runway. Everything was coming up roses!

      I spent the eighties being wined, dined, and courted by the rich, the pretty, the luscious, the winning, the wicked, and the good.

      Allowing myself one splurge meal a week, Sunday brunch became an all-I-could-scarf-down. My gorge fest was more disturbingly engrossing than Farrah Fawcett’s frosted, feathered fringe.

      At 38, I moved in with my partner, a master in the kitchen. Trapped in Hansel & Gretel’s edible cottage, my fancy tripped the light fantastic. I would have sold Little Red Riding Hood and her tenderly roasted granny to the wolf for a second helping of ANYTHING! I grew pleasingly plump.

      My metabolism dipped to the speed of Looney Tunes’ Cecil Turtle. I worked out harder for less than stellar results. The more I fretted, the more I stuffed my pie-hole. To heighten the horror, my hair fell out with every lick of the brush until my bald father stared back at me from the bathroom mirror.

      Over the next twenty years, I tried Squash, Pilates, Acupuncture, Weightlifting, Swimming, and Hot Yoga, which only produced a hot mess. No diet was too extreme. I suffered little success and loads of defeat with Scarsdale’s scary weigh-ins, the Mediterranean diet’s mad macrobiotics, and Dr. Gundry’s perplexing Plant Paradox Diet. The cabbage diet stirred up tremendous winds down South. The vinegar diet burned a hole in my esophagus. Anxious, angry, and starved, the intoxicating aroma of hot grease lured me into a McDonald’s in Miami. I came this close to snatching a darling toddler’s Happy Meal ® from his grubby grip.

      Surrounded by the emaciated, ripped aliens on Miami Beach, I knelt before the vast Atlantic and prayed for the Universe to guide me to the promised land of euphoric skinny.

      What’s your weight, sir? the lady asked as she snapped my new driver’s license photo.

      My story’s written large, I replied.

      An aged, hefty homo is an embarrassing joke that morphs into an invisible commodity in the gay community. I had passed my expiration date. Rejection was stamped on my formidable love-handle. I was no longer admitted to the party.

      Two years ago, a friend I hadn’t seen in eighteen years announced he would be passing through Richmond. We must get together, I said, wishing to eat the words that just popped out of my mouth. Why not? I’d eaten everything else.

      I struggled to breathe in my Spanx tank top guaranteed to smooth and slenderize the most stubborn bulge. I had to cut my way out!

      Motivated by fear, I restricted my caloric intake. Salads, vegetable broth, fizzy water, and panic were my script to success. By the time my friend crossed the Mason-Dixon line, I was three pounds from my ideal weight. Off I trotted to the Jefferson for afternoon tea.

      As with Ben Franklin’s key dangling from the tail of a kite, the sight of the triple tiered selections of spiritual sweets and salacious savories electrified me. Quivering like a cannabis-laced, sex-starved high school virgin under the bleachers at homecoming, I wrestled my cravings.

      Polite nibbling of a petite éclair led to swallowing a lemon custard square whole. With lightning speed, I sawed through a raspberry tart and three-fourths of the finger offerings before my friend finished his sliver of sliced salmon on rye. A tubby toad on holiday, I leapt into the river of deadly delights.

      This past September, I had total knee replacement surgery. Most patients gain fifteen pounds during rehabilitation, my doctor said.

      An overachiever, I gained twenty on top of the ten I’d been at war with for the past twelve seasons.

      Eight months post-surgery, I, a COVID-19 vaccinated sixty-three-year-old was in a quandary. Thirteen pounds from my ideal weight, I, by the standards of the Fabulous and Fortunate, should’ve been locked in a tower and hooked to an I.V. of Diet Shasta until I was Timothée Chalamet slim.

      Surprisingly, pandemic confinement loosened my drawstring drawers and my attitude. Standing silent on the precipice of a new dawn, I reflected on my years of self-loathing. Others’ expectations, I realized, were a crime against my nature. I raised my middle finger to judgmental swine and selected MODERATION as my future weapon of choice.

      Slow and steady could win the race. With proper portions, I may enjoy my cake and eat it too. Fingers crossed!

      Queer

      Joan Mazza

      Since the anniversary of Stonewall, I’ve been thinking about queer, how the word has been an insult and accusation, a taunt meant to hurt and exclude, unless the word refers to oneself. Now it rings with confidence and bravery. Defiance, too.

      Am I queer? Depends on who you ask. What I usually share of my life seems ordinary enough: a woman born female and female identified, married young to a man. Once. Divorced. No children.

      Have I not at times been queer?

      Dissatisfied with monogamy, I sought novelty, curious about paraphilias. B&D, S&M, rubber and latex didn’t appeal to me. My preference for groups wasn’t listed. Orientation or a passing kink?

      Briefly, I thought of myself as bi because I was attracted to women as well as men. Preferably both together, but my experience was limited and complicated by others’ power. I wanted a threesome with a woman. My male lover wanted a threesome with another man, expected he’d be director. Maybe neither of us could admit our real desires. Perhaps we needed an intermediary—an ooloi, to give us permission.

      Then I saw myself as polyamorous, preferred honest, consensual non-monogamy rather than betrayal by cheaters. How much better to know the deal, have it transparent and clear. But make a rule such as, no one other than the two of us in our bed, and that becomes forbidden fruit, more taste than the bowl with variety outside our door.

      Who isn’t queer?

      If I understood—no, grokked—some choices, such as celibacy or a desire to be career military, I might have made those selections, too, and not thought of them as strange or perverse. Queer.

      June day in a public park, I look around. The bare-chested male who is pierced and tattooed on every inch of skin that shows, including

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