Notes on cruising.
The manner of my demise is of little interest, besides serving as our jumping off point.
The author of The Vinyl Diaries on coming of age during the AIDS pandemic, midlife crises, and the music his younger partners recommend.
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The manner of my demise is of little interest, besides serving as our jumping off point.
The author of The Vinyl Diaries on coming of age during the AIDS pandemic, midlife crises, and the music his younger partners recommend.
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My memories of these meals carried me, unwaveringly, from month to wretched month—attempting to re-conjure them gave me something to do at my most desperate.
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Every time someone sees me as either white or black, I wonder, is passing an act of capitulation, or resistance? A rejection of identity, or of identification?