Month: March 2016

“The line dividing good & evil” story

A true story I told on Monday under the theme “EXPOSED: I Did What?” has become quite the topic of social media blowups and public controversy. But there is speculation and there is source material. Feel free to judge me harshly on either one. Or on both. That is your choice now. That is your business. I want to make it clear that absolutely no one knew the content of this story before I told it except me. Not Story Story Night’s board or any Treefort/Storyfort organizers. This was my choice alone. There is much to condemn me in this story. But I do not condemn myself for telling this story. People are complex. Reality is not always pretty. And public facts do not belong to any one person. The specific events I outline—other than my own personal terrible choices—have been part of a highly, highly public record for quite some time. I included links not to expose, but only to underline this. I feel absolutely terrible for using this person’s real first name at the show, and …

“EXPOSED: I Did What?” outfit

“If only it were all so simple! If only there were evil people somewhere insidiously committing evil deeds, and it were necessary only to separate them from the rest of us and destroy them. But the line dividing good and evil cuts through the heart of every human being. And who is willing to destroy a piece of his own heart?” ― Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, The Gulag Archipelago This outfit was for Storyfort‘s launch party to introduce the Treefort exclusive theme and show by Story Story Night, EXPOSED: I Did What? Stories. Somehow, no matter how blindly, I always live out the theme, with every beat of my raw and real heart. True to form, and theme, this event made a live segment of channel 6 news tonight, exposing my mug during the one story I really just wanted to release to the sex, drugs, and rock-and-roll ether of Treefort, for just the launch of Storyfort. But there’s no such thing as my own private Idaho. Because there are more than 2 sides to every story. Stories are a prism, reflected back. Pamela McCoy rock-and-roll black leather …