How old are you? I hadn’t been asked this in a place of business since I was seventeen, when I tried, unsuccessfully, to buy a fifth of Jack Daniel’s at a liquor store across the highway from Mr. Grad...
Michael’s generation—its history of fighting disease and bigotry—sometimes made him grumpier than Ben would like him to be, but he knew what he’d found in Michael: a gift for intimacy like none Ben ha...
The line, Lasko. Do you know anyone in San Francisco? Are you just gonna get off the train and take a streetcar to the swimming pool? I might. I could. You have to have a plan, Lasko. No, I don’t. Not...
Solitude was no reason for sloppiness
And I’d like Ben there, of course, cuddling me into the void with the usual sweet assurances.