Who are you?
I don’t know.
[Don’t say that, say something humble and brave, about wandering and not being lost and how I still haven’t found what I’m looking for. Quote a poet. Or a philosopher. Do not quote Star Trek. Please.]
I know who I am but I’m not going to tell you.
What do you write?
I write […]

Who are you?
It’s only when I crossed 40 that I realized I should do the thing I love the most, to write. So you could say it’s only since the last few years that I have no hesitation in calling myself a writer.
What do you write?
At the moment equal doses of fiction and nonfiction. Some […]

I have an op-ed piece running in today’s International Herald Tribune, which is online here: Speed up or get out of the way.

I recently met someone from the country.
This person had always lived in the country. Real country. Cows, vegetable gardens, tree chopping, no running water.
We began talking about country life versus city life, as you do. He had not been in the city for more than a few days and already he missed the country. We […]

Who are you?
I am a fiction writer, visual artist, cross-dresser, palm reader, cook, and traveler of inner and outer worlds. When you travel to spots like Siberia and pack a sex toy in your luggage, you have to be prepared. The woman gate officer in Kyzyl waved my magic wand in the air and asked […]

Who are you?
A flawed but likeable character, often loved, rarely despised, aware that I’m not the man I thought I was and never will be, and given the chance, I’d slip back into the past, never to return. I’m also English to my coccyx, in the Monty Pythonesque tradition if you will, and sick and […]

World Aids Day. I am reminded of the first time I ever heard of the mysteries of HIV. I was 15, a student in Year 10 at the bland and conservative Meriden School for Girls. It was summer and I was in a geography class with Mr Mawad who was droning on and on as […]

Mark Twain said: “Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth isn’t.”
So, what’s the possibility of finding your missing, and now dead, sister wedged, upside down behind the bookcase in her bedroom? Well, hardly a real possibility (I mean WHAT are the odds?), but according […]