The Rumpus talks to contributor Thomas Page McBee about his new book, Man Alive, heteronormativity, getting mugged, living in New York City, and what it really means to be a man.
"I wanted to be sexual/sexualized, but not fetishized. But was becoming someone’s fetish the only way? How was being fetishized different than being desired for having a unique, unrepeatable shape...or would the one leg always and forever be the only thing that mattered?"
1982 was a shitty year. I was 9 years old and in the 4th grade in Appleton, Wisconsin. My parents were going through a nasty divorce, the kind of thing you see on Jerry Springer.