Ok, I gave up on the Color Analysis. After extensive research consisting of about a week until I got bored, I realize that I wear a lot of black. That is spiked on occasion with color. None of this is going to change.

Recent life update:

I wrote this book, few years back, about a handsome, strapping tattooed drag king who falls in love with an older English professor.

Pure fiction.

Celia White, the poet and librarian, has said to me, over the years, that what you write, you call into your life.

I have a story.

There once was a handsome, strapping tattooed drag king, a splendid youth, who performed and lived in Toronto. This drag king picked up a copy of a book in a book store, read it, and found it really rather all right. So, she, being the gentlemanly boy that she was, wrote an online review of the book, not knowing anything about the author, or indeed even that the author had a website.

The author, on finding this review, found it generous. The review was signed with the king's stage name and city only- Johnny Class, Toronto, Ontario.

The author was also a librarian. Using magic librarian powers, the author tracked the drag king down and sent an email, bascially saying thanks, it moved me that you wrote about my book. I'm just the next town over, in Buffalo, so I look forward to seeing you perform sometime.

The drag king responded with enthusiasm, and asked the author to stop by a drag show or go get coffee. Johnny Class doesn't drink coffee, dear readers. The author was a little what we might call boy-dumb at this stage, and missed the signal.

The author and the drag king corresponded from that day, and then talked, then met.

Being a brave lad, as well as a clever lad, Johnny volunteered to come to Buffalo and meet the author's kin, friends, and half the city, at a party at the author's house. This was impressive, and worked.

I just got back from a weekend in Toronto, watching my lover Johnny Class perform a number I wrote in the Bois Will Be Boys show.

Life imitates art.

This is the splendid, handsome Johnny- Smitty's boy, on stage and off.

Ok, to be fair to the boy, here's a more recent picture, purple mohawk and all. Its a good shot of the two of us, and J. did ask me to post it.

And, because you need to see her laugh to get a sense of my boy-

The basics- Name: Susan Smith. Generally like to be called Smitty, as does my father Fred Smith. But I do answer to Susan, from people who have known me ten years or better.

Home:I live in Buffalo, New York, a city I love to distraction. I'm not hard to find, just look for a Greek diner or anyplace in Allentown.

Occupation:Day job, I'm a librarian. So I can support myself, and write. That seems to make sense to me. Celia White, the poet, said recently that Buffalo is a city of artists and poor people. Often the same folks. Every artist is a working artist with a full time day job. We create anyway. You would have to come visit to get a sense of the spirit in this town.

I'm a founding member of theHAG Theatre Company. Finest group of women I have ever known.

We took our show Vagina Dialogues:A Queer Review to Toronto and New York.

Yes, I do occasionally speak at colleges and such. My first book is being studied in a graduate course at the University here. I get endless amusement from that. I went to speak to the class. It was on the first floor of the building. I'd written most of the book in the basement of the same building, in the computer lab, when I should have been doing my library school course work. Now they pay me to come talk about it, and splendid graduate students ask me questions about gender, politics, theory and practice. My favorite question/comment from any speaking gig tends to be the last one. First time at UB, the last question was "Are you single?" No. I'm rather happy to say, I'm not.

When I went to talk to the class, after a serious disection of the book, the last comment was "Thanks for all the sex. And it was all different!"

Random cast/show photos, from 10 years with HAG, in no order. I'll organize this eventually. Show photos

Before.

After.

Interim:

Here are some pictures from Lackawanna, where I am a librarian, and I teach. These are my students. Also, this serves to prove that I do wear colors other than black, on occasion.

Beth, who was my library assistant one semester. A fine writer, and a royal troublemaker.

Myself, Beth and Wendy (one of the most generous and sweet people alive.)

Oberon, the novelist, in a revealing pose.

Me and the damn kid. We've worked together too long; now we have the same expression. She says we look like we are up to something.

Few days ago, Celia's place.

Mariah, my god-dog, and the Goddess Golden Paws.

Oberon went ahead and let Wendy (see above) dress her up for school one day. Wendy loves pink. This is her masterwork.

Lord Alexander

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