We kissed just once, standing by my living room windows on the 21st floor. A deep, full-throated kiss that shot electric waves through me. God, you can kiss, I murmured. Men who kiss men learn that. For a brief moment, we were in love. AIDS took Richard a few years later. But his kiss is still with me.
To restore peace, my dad made the unprecedented offer to take me dress shopping, Round 2. He confided that I could have any dress I wanted a generous and loving gesture that made me feel both respected and liberated. Thanks, Dad, for that memorable moment and dress.
We met on the porch of the liberal arts equivalent of a frat house at the last party of the summer. Never had I been so relieved to be rescued from the chaos of a crowd. Rosie now my girlfriend has always been good at noticing when I'm feeling untethered.
He was utterly beautiful. Perfect skin, exquisite features...
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