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Club Noir Book Release!

September 22, 2016

Kavon Cortez Jones

Poetron Chapbooks

September 14, 2016

Nina Szarka & Freesia McKee

ZIP MKE: Bringing People Together 1 Photo At a Time

September 11, 2016

Dominic Inouye

Bicycle Checkpoint Poetics: Crossing a City in Two Movements

August 25, 2016

Freesia McKee

Something More, Something Big: An Interview with Poet Caleb Balton

August 22, 2016

Transcribed by Dominic Inouye / Edited by Caleb Balton

Tesselated Youth

August 11, 2016

Anja Notanja Sieger

Marketplace: A Poem

August 11, 2016

Marilyn Sanful

New Comfort Zone: Moving from Tehran ( تهران ) to Milwaukee

August 10, 2016

Dominic Inouye

A Litany of Names: A Poem to Honor the Memory of the Sikh Temple Shooting

August 08, 2016

Dominic Inouye

Lanterns for Peace: You've Got to Be Taught

August 08, 2016

Christine Henke Mueller

Teens Grow Greens: Developing a Growth Mindset in Franklin Heights

August 05, 2016

Dominic Inouye

Cultivating Tradition

August 01, 2016

Anna Marie Zorn

How to Dance

July 23, 2016

Dominic Inouye

The Right Side of History

July 21, 2016

Dominic Inouye

Faces @ Jazz in the Hood

July 08, 2016

Dominic Inouye

Connect 53212: An Invisible City

July 07, 2016

Desiree Roberts

My Neighborhood Murder

June 27, 2016

Ed Makowski

Rebecca Wheeler

The Awakening

June 24, 2016

Christine Smith

Yoga For Peace

June 20, 2016

Dominic Inouye

June 19, 2016

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BY Dominic inouye




I have met so many new and wonderful people this year and since I last shared my own coming out story online.  I published OUT OF THE BOX on one of my first websites, which I called Roaming the Greenwood.  On this National Coming Out Day, I offer it to you here, then, because it is, really, a story about Milwaukee, above the place in which I truly discovered myself and found my partner of over 20 years.  Admittedly, I have never had to suffer the slings and arrows of prejudice, discrimination, and hatred from outsiders, like many of my LGBTQ students, friends, and acquaintances have.  I did, however, endure over a decade's worth of psychological manipulation and struggle from within, from the woman who swears she never stopped loving me.  OUT OF THE BOX is a compilation of over 10 years worth of letters written between me and my mother, as well as me and friends and confidants, priests and teachers.


From the introduction:

This memoir was easy—and difficult—to write. My mother, my friends, and I wrote it together. Between 1994, as I got ready to graduate from Seattle University and went on a Jesuit retreat and got my first lengthy letter from my mother, and about 2004, when the letters ceased coming in the mail with her identifiable handwriting on the envelope, the memoir was writing itself, out of joy and pain and yearning.


As the millennium approached and e-mail became more ubiquitous, we still chose the traditional epistolary format, as did my friends. There was always something romantic, at least for me, about actually writing a letter, as we aligned ourselves with letter writers from centuries before (some of the first novels, especially by women, chose the epistolary format), working out our needs and loves and frustrations with paper and pen and sometimes printer ink. Writing letters afforded us more space to write, slowed down the pace of our thoughts, increased the tension as each letter left our part of the world and entered the cavern of the mailbox, allowed us the climactic experience (a climax to the expectation, the waiting) of walking to the front door, slitting open an envelope, unfolding a crisp tri-fold, and drinking in each others’ carefully crafted thoughts, rather than simply opening up a button on our computer screen with one touch, scanning the screen, then deciding whether to hit the reply button or which folder to stick it in.

Writing, folding, addressing, licking, walking, sending, waiting—these are all very personal and active and intimate actions. Therefore, choosing to present this decade in my life as letters instead of writing them as prose narrative was an easy decision.  I want to welcome you into our conversation.

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