Say it Soft and It's Almost Like Praying: A Litany on Love and Absolution

Abstract

We are from a city on a hill. A city alive with wild winds and violent rains. We are a city of six foot mahus who sell their bodies to Gis who pretend that they don't know, because all that matters is how well they suck cock. A city of beautiful boys that jump rock at Waimea, play slack key guitar without ever being able to read a note, yet still end up or dealing to survive. A city of long-haired, Hawaiian- bracelet-adorned mothers who never got to be girls. And of grandmothers whose voices remind you that Pidgin is a robbing a city song and definitely a language .