Okay, so you know the Margaret-Jones-a.k.a.-Peggy-Seltzer-memoir-fraud scandal?
I was talking to a friend of mine the other day about Jones/Selzer’s agent, Faye Bender (who said, “There was no reason to doubt her, ever,” which is a pretty ridiculous assertion).
And it turns out that my friend carpooled with Faye Bender for ten years. And that Faye Bender was really, really mean to her.
So I figure she only got what she deserved.
Faye Bender, I mean. Not my friend.
serves her right! do you believe in karma mister joely?
Are you trying to tell us you’re about to be outed as a closeted heterosexual?
Or that Faustus has a memoir pending describing his fifteen years as a teenage gay hustler?
Come back to Charleston, Faustus
It’s a good thing my forthcoming tell-all autobiography about growing up black and gay on the rodeo circuit in the 1950s is completely accurate.
“Very exclusive companion,” perhaps, Charleston Dave, but surely never a “hustler.” I mean, the very idea of Faustus standing on a street corner in tight clothing and striking provocative poses is absolutely … um, sorry, I drifted away there for a minute. What was I saying?