
I’ve had sex watching The Blue Angel at the Bleecker Street Cinema in New York City, and made out with a male inside the Crookedest Man’s House in the Enchanted Village children’s theme park outside Baltimore. In a truck that pulled over right inside Manhattan after exiting the Holland Tunnel. In a graveyard, on the beach. On lawns, inside peep shows. In cars. Men’s rooms. Parks. Even in a real dump. All gay men from my generation did the same things, or worse.
Waters/Know, 2019
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