GAY, FAT, CRIPPLED, BLACK AT BROOKLYN READING WORKS: THURS. 8 p.m.

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This Thursday at Brooklyn Reading Works I am pleased to present Adarro Minton, author of Gay, Fat, Crippled, Black. Old Stone House. Fifth Avenue between 3rd and 4th Streets. 8 p.m.

Here’s the blurb from Amazon, which will give you some idea of what to expect at this reading you won’t want to miss.

Like
Hubert Selby’s joyously tragic characters, Adarro Minton has created a
faction of players that seem to exist on an Earth 2. The author has
created powerful, challenging and at the end, beautiful stories about
the most important and universal things in life and about humanity. We
are vaguely familiar these people, we have put them in radical
pigeonholes and expect The Department of Homeland Security to keep them
in their place. This book contains stories of people living in the
metropolitan back ends of New York City, some rich, some poor, all
streetwise, misguided and desperate. a fat girl, a faggot, a lawyer and
several others. We follow as their lives are systematically broken down
and destroyed. This is a harsh, raw, and daring piece of writing. Be
warned: not for the faint hearted.

About the Author by Adarro Minton:

I have been expelled from
St Peter Claver, St Catherine of Siena, and The Union Springs Academy,
a Seventh Day Adventist boarding school, after refusing to submit to a
weekly shower game that five lusty upper-classmen came up with.
I survived the disco era in New York City, in imagined opulent splendor
at Studio 54, Better Days, The Nickel Bar, 220 Club, The Saint, The
Mineshaft, and The Paradise Garage.
I survived mescaline, blotter
acid, cocaine, freebase cocaine, crack, danger sex in subway bathrooms,
hunger, homelessness, and three serious suicide attempts.
    

In 1999, I lost the use of my arms and legs to a mysterious, and still undiagnosed form of myositis. 

Thanks to 12 steps, and the love of K.D. Haynes, I got up (so to speak)
off of my clinically depressed ass, and in the year 2000, I began to
forage through a lifetime of stories circling my soul. This collection
represents the first set of them.