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I came across “Mississippi Sissy” at Barnes and Noble last week and wasn’t able to put it down until the last page. Your skills as a writer are obvious but it would please me to think that I might one day see you on the stage. –Carolyn
P.S. I truly envy you your acquaintance with Eudora Welty. I have admired her for years!
]]>I’m almost finished with your book. Your story reminds me of my own life in Mississippi. In fact, we knew some of the same people and had similar life experiences. My most vivid memory of life in Monticello, which is only 21 miles from Brookhaven, is the night I was chased and shot at by a bunch of redneck boys in a high speed car chase along old country roads. I told my Daddy what happened. I’ll never forget my father that night, who in a rage, picked up a baseball bat and jumped into his car to go hunt them down and kill them. Because of his reaction that night I silently endured many other experiences in that small town. It was hard and painful emotionally to be me so I stayed to myself and hide myself from the world with my dog Cally on the beautiful creeks and woods around my home spending counting hours in my Thinking Tree that stretched over one of the creeks near my home..There were several summers I never spoke to anyone outside of my family and I was totally happy. I guess I did a good job of hiding because I didn’t know there was a word for people like me until I was almost twenty.
Joe Rex was a very good friend of mine. I wish I knew what happened to him or even if he is still alive. I always worried about him. Your book brought back fond memories of Mae’s Cabaret and I even remembered some of the old drag queens you mentioned in your book and all the good times I had there. I don’t know if I should cry or smile.
I noticed on your blog that you were in Atlanta yesterday. Had I known, I would have come to meet you. Right now, I live in Atlanta with Steve, my partner of almost 24 years.
If you are ever in Atlanta, it would “do my heart good” to meet and talk with you because your book reminds me so much of my own life and the pain I endured along the way. In fact a few months ago I thought I should write a book about my life as a “queer” and actually started but soon stopped because I don’t have your gift of expression or writing. It will be a shocker if I ever write it.
Good luck to you and hopefully, one day, we’ll have a chance to meet. Please let me know if there will be another book signing in Atlanta.
PS The photo cover of your book is priceless. Every time I look at it I smile and laugh because it reminds me so much of me. What a life, huh?
]]>I came to read about your book from my many pastoral visits to Aunt Gladys before she died. Sorry she didn’t like it but I found it a great read!
Sorry I missed the art show mainly because my good friends son was in one of the ones from Katrina on the MS gulf coast.
I’m a retired Episcopal priest who hangs out at the Church of the Creator
in Clinton and hope that the next time you get to Mississippi, I’ll get to meet you.
Mike
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