J.T. Leroy.
This story is fascinating. Truly. I would rather read a biography of this Laura Albert person who is probably the actual author of J.T's books than the actual books. While I do find the story fascinating and not as cynical as I had originally thought, I do think it's exploitive to write about that level of sexual abuse and to create an author and give him HIV to duck the questions of why he does not appear in public.
To be fair, though, I am now more likely to read "Sarah" and "The Heart is Deceitful Above All Things" now that I know that they are probably fiction. That kind of stuff I can't really deal with in memoir form. At least not since my unfortunate reading of the first 100 pages of Sybil in middle school. (not for school, I found it in the basement. I think one of my parents had to read it for college).
Here are the stories that flesh out the background:

Who is the Real JT LeRoy? A search for the true identity of a great literary hustler.
By Stephen Beachy
Where Beachy states: "I was interested in the ways that stories of suffering might be used to mask other, less marketable stories of suffering" with regard to the possible hoax of JT Leroy perpetrated by the less marketable Laura Albert. I would say to Laura Albert and Stephen Beachy--this is called FICTION.

The Unmasking of JT Leroy: In Public, He's a She By Warren St. John

You know what would be really cool? A memoir by Savannah Knoop about what it was like to have to play this crazy J.T. Leroy character who knew all these people she had never heard of and didn't give two shits about because her nutty broad of a mother told her this is what must be done to pay the bills.

I was just reading something and it floors me. I know nyc real estate is a parallel universe to the rest of the world. But did you know it costs $60,000 to put a down payment on an apartment here? HOLY CRAP.

Ulysses: pg. 156
Other Stuff: status quo

The exterminator just rang my doorbell like four times. Scared the beejesus out of me.

Speaking of Jesus. Last night we were hanging out with The Unlovables and The Queers at the Continental (so fun!) and there was a guy there--the spitting image of Jesus. Every time he pushed passed us out of the mosh pit, I would say "Hey-sus Kristos!" Which would crack my roommate up. And then I would say,"You shouldn't be laughing. you killed Jesus." And then she would say,"I'd do it again, too."

*disclaimer, this is a quote from Sarah Silverman's "Jesus is Magic." I'm not anti-semitic and she's not anti-christian.

Also, thanks to BRUCE and his friend Garry, who were our personal bodyguards against the moshpit.

We were bummed that we had to leave before we heard our new friend, wimpy, play. :( next time!