The article features a deeply introspective narrative that intertwines memories and reflections, showcasing the narrator's experiences with community, loss, intimacy, and the passage of time. Through vivid imagery, such as the wind as an enemy and personal anecdotes involving notable figures, the piece captures moments of both joy and melancholy. The narrator recalls a time of artistic exploration with a partner, contrasting past vibrancy with the present reality of change and loss, ultimately evoking a longing for connection amid fading memories.
Days, the wind is your enemy. You get disconnected from your building, wind gonna flip you over. Wind more than 25 m.p.h. you don't go up.
I used to hammer my own meat hooks when we first got the shop-it's a beautiful thing, a properly made meat hook-and the metal canopy too, to shield our meat from sun.
Howard said "orchid of intimacy." Howard was writing a poem a day then, I seemed to bring it out in him. I'd had crushes before but this was falling stars and jellyfish for me.
Once I was seated next to Rudolf Nureyev and squeezed his thigh, which felt like marble. Andy snapping flash pictures of everyone, then Andy and the queen at the next table got in a debate about whose boyfriend had bigger pecs.
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