Scott Kenan

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Welcome to my website. I'll be brief. Things are under development, and more will be added, so please stop back.

In the early 1980s, I stumbled into working a stint as Tennessee Williams' personal assistant. The hows, wheres, whys, and Oh-My-God!s of this incredible experience, I've turned into a book, Walking on Glass: A Memoir of the Later Days of Tennessee Williams. I accompanied Tennessee everywhere from the White House to hustler bars, and partied with everyone from Jackie O. and Meryl Streep to some great characters (known and not), that you'll just have to read about.

I worked on Walking on Glass for more than five years before it was worthy of its subject. Now seeking reputable publisher. I've put up a website for it and you can read more about it there.

OK, let's get to what's important. So many ask. And I can't hide being tall. This, my first "outing" as an atypical person, was necessarily involuntary. When I zoomed past the six-foot mark early in sixth grade, I was as thin and awkward as Ichabod Crane. By high school graduation in 1969, I had achieved my full height and my coordination began to catch up. Today, I wouldn't part with even one of my 83 inches (211 cm).


In Rome, 2001

By college, I was getting used to this unearned celebrity, and mostly I enjoyed it. Freshman year, it seemed only natural to come out gay–and it got the basketball coach off my back. Later, I co-founded the first gay students' group at Denison University. That's a great school, by the way, especially then, when so many of us majored in fighting for Civil Rights, ending the War in Vietnam, and pot-smoking.

After I graduated with a BFA in Art, I had no idea what I wanted to do, but lucked into a great opportunity, and, with partners, founded Whale's Tale, a retail business in Cape May, NJ. However, five years later, my first bout of full-blown mania blasted me out of that life completely. I was committed and spent a month in a mental hospital. In 1990, I suffered a more severe manic bout. Over a six-month period, I spent a total of 14 weeks in jail. I've taken care of my mental health since then.

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