R. Zamora LinmarkInches
A Fairy Tale
Once upon a not-too-distant-time, in a twin tower with wrap-around lanais in Hawaii, there lived on the edge of Waikiki two single men. One was from the Philippine Islands; the other, Los Angeles. Then one November night, they decided to bang a gong, get it on. But no one was surprised, dropped dead or threw a fiesta on Keoniana Street, because door-to-door humping was a common occurrence in gay Honolulu. It is as common as rain on one side of the street and sun on the other.
Everyone knows your name in Honolulu. And if you’re gay and out, it isn’t only your name that is public knowledge but who and when and where and how big and how long it took. So always be on guard. BIG MAHULANI SISTAH IS WATCHING: I’m not kidding. Ask me how small gay Honolulu i
