Holly Woodlawn is dead. We were friends. I represented and helped edit/develop her autobiography, A LOW LIFE IN HIGH HEELS, written with Jeff Copeland, who also was estranged from her at the time of her death. Holly was a valuable commodity in terms of her personage, and I am worried that toward the end of her life, she was surrounded by psychophants and users. She was kind, generous to a fault, and surprisingly fair. I am so grateful I knew her as well as I did; and am truly sorry we lost touch. R.I.P.
a blog that is also meant to serve as a recovery journal, for this gay, Quaker, writer dealing with t.b.i., from surviving a hate crime in Sligo, Ireland, on 1.31.99.