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My dog Boomer was born in the digital age. He’s never known life without cell phones.
Not that he uses them, mind you. Not after running up the bill with all that texting! Still, he’s all about my cell phone and the message it sends him.
See Boomer prove he’s a Dog with an Ear for Cell Phone Signals in this heartwarming installment of When In Doubt, Pet the Dog, a periodic column or memoir or blog thingy, now and forever at Randy Boyd’s Blocks.
Some black people try to tell me who I should love and fuck. Funny, not one of those same black people has ever offered to love me or fuck around with me.
So you’re not offering to be with me, but you’re telling me who I should be with? (sic)
Do the people I date and the subjects of my novels need certain ethnic credentials? And if so, which credentials? See how this mutt of a man responds to all the fuss in Racial Profiling for Love.
Born and raised in Indiana, now dreaming in California. Click here for Randy Boyd’s bio. Plus: check out Randy Reprinted, a collection of previously published essays, stories and interviews:
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Who can forget the collective horror movies in our minds from the 1980s, you know, after the world found out about AIDS, and everyone was, like, “oh, shit … is that dreaded AIDS monster out to get … me?”
Relieve those gory days gone by, if you dare, in the AIDS Monster Movie Marathon, a blog story told backwards in a car driving forward, featuring the exclusive Interview with the AIDS Monster!
See AIDS through my eyes in the blocks labeled HIV-P.O.V., now and forever at Randy Boyd’s Blocks.
Read an excerpt from The Devil Inside.
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