Last week, Jonathan Creighton created a stir by performing nude in The Dance of Darkness. While female nudity is not commonplace, it has occurred in the past. This was the first nude performance by a male actor on this campus. The campus has been abuzz since. We at the Daily asked Jonathan for an interview to explore how it felt break new ground. Daily: Yo...
It was late summer in 1964, and it was Simon's first day at his new job. Simon had read his letter of appointment several times; and he held it in his hand now, standing anxiously outside the imperiously heavy door, embossed with "Post Room" in faded gold lettering. The door was probably victorian, Simon judged, and perhaps it had been a post room for many d...
Hanna approached Saint Peter's Roman Catholic Church in the Finance District early in the morning on election day. She hesitated in front of the church entrance. The stone carvings of saints and angles that adorned the entrance were foreign to her. Jewish prohibitions against idolatry prevent any similar ornamentation on synagogue walls. As per her tradition...
I remember the first time that I saw a Mustang. It was a brand new '64 powder blue with a white top. It was pretty compared to what was around in those days. Many of the new car models were boring until the Mustang added some excitement to the mix. I lusted over Mustang's until I bought my first one in '85, a black GT with a 5 speed and two tone charcoal g...
"Oh my, Mister! What a big menorah you have!" I giggled. "Yes," Geoffrey answered with mock solemnity, "few men could hold a candle to it." "Wouldn't that hurt?" ""Wickedly," said Geoffrey, giggling too now as he leaned over a big storage box labeled "Hanukkah decorations." Looking at his cute ass never ceased to make my heart go pitter-patter. Although...
Note to Reader: The following tale is centred on the Al-Nablusi family, who are Palestinian-Americans, and it follows them on a journey through love, sex, spirituality, tradition versus modernity. The father Faris Al-Nablusi, whose family originate from Nablus in the West Bank but he was born in Haifa, is a professor of Cognitive and Neuroscience at Berkeley...
Jeff rang the bell at 6:06. I walked him into the dining room. My Father looked at his watch. "I said six sharp." "And that was what, from your mouth to God's ears?" asked Jeff. My Father stood there speechless, stunned. Nobody had ever talked to him like that. "I didn't get the invitation until after business hours yesterday and, I don't know how you we...
XXXVIII Unto the Next Generation Tamara 2097 Not all the residents of the Elysian Nursing Home where Tamara worked were over eighty years old. Some were rather younger. In fact, some were barely seventy. It hardly seemed much of a reward for decades of scrimping and saving for retirement to have to live in a single room in a nursing home before you h...
My name is Mateo Marcos. I'm a big and tall white guy of Jewish descent originally from the town of Stoughton, Massachusetts. After graduating high school, I did some traveling around the country. I ended up attending Bayden State College, a small, four-year private school located in the city of Boston. It's the place where I met the person who changed my li...
I sat in the hotel lobby room waiting for Tamar. I whiled away the time with the current edition of the Jerusalem Post and numerous cups of Israeli kafeh botz. The cut and thrust of Israeli politics was interesting enough but what I really wanted were the latest CFL football scores. That day in Israel, the sports pages consisted of third-rate soccer teams fr...