Once upon a time there was a gay guy who liked to send out naked pictures of himself. That gay guy was me. I can count on two hands the number of people to whom I’ve actually sent racy photos. Ok I lied, but definitely my hands and my feet.
Part of me fell in love with this boy in San Francisco. He was strange. He was cut from that rare and aged cloth that 1990s boys were cut from. In a world of Wordpress, he still made zines. In a world of glossy CD packaging, he still shared his music in personalized marker-colored sleeves. When he appeared in my life in 2008 he could have as easily stepped out of a time capsule from 1994 rather than a plane from the West Coast. Naturally, I paid for his ticket.
This article appears in Nov 24-30, 2011.