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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Love was not a drink, and my pursuit of it did not fit perfectly into the rubric of addiction, but it had taken me.
Unlike the many high profile hip-hop figures who have fallen from grace due to their misdeeds in recent years, Playboi Carti's misconduct shows no signs of slowing down his ascent.
I don’t want to test my children for genetic illness to subvert their autonomy, but to allow them to fully exert it. And though I have the means, I can't quite find the will.
The author of The Real Lolita on doppelgangers, the responsibilities of true crime reporting and fictionalizing people's pain.
On seasons of grief and change, in Montreal and everywhere else.
Talking to poets abroad about their complicated, sometimes fractured relationships with their homeland.
I understand why people balk at labels. But I think of them—tomboy, butch, genderqueer, MOC—as functional and hopeful. That function is communication.
Remembering the New Yorker's Lillian Ross, who chronicled the second half of the twentieth century with her trademark brand of reporting, one year after her death.