The Ryans

Jon knew the Ryan’s like his own blood, at least that’s what he told me when we were climbing in his car to go to their dinner party. Trying to learn Jon’s world and my place within it was a puzzling pursuit, as he was a subject that skirted easy castings. As we drove through the hills––the sky…

Middle Ground

After Wayne Koestenbaum’s “My 1980s.”

He Being Brand

The first time I almost killed a gay boy was on a highway outside White Bear Lake, Minnesota, after I’d driven twenty- five miles to meet and maybe kiss one in real life. We knew each other from the internet and we thought we were in love.

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