I’ve been thinking about disability in some new ways lately — especially the isolation and loneliness.
My thoughts led me back to my friend and author Peggy Munson, whose erotic short story, “Fairgrounds”— which I published in 2006.
Peggy has lived with ME/CFS for over 30 years; a long hauler.
But for much longer than that, she has been the most perceptive and searing poets, writers, I’ve known. Below, is a little bit of that sear — and an interview.
I think you would love getting to know her.
Peggy's story is about a group of young perverts who work at the circus. Their world is informed by lifelong genderfuck and the profound physical disabilities of a couple of the main characters.
This is not one of those postmodern Canadian sideshows," Daddy Billy]warned, "with adorable, tumbling twins. The inbreeding here makes them ugly and mean. So stay close to Daddy and stay away from the Octopus Man.
The protagonist is a queer femme with serious hungers, who gets a tour of the seamy side of the Midway by her Daddy dyke lover— and eventually hooks up with a crippled “boi” who works the fairgrounds:
Daddy stopped to buy me funnel cakes so I’d get powdered sugar on my hands and then he licked it off while passers-by clucked meddling tongues.
"I need it Daddy, please," I whispered in his ear.
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