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New York Notebook

November 1984 ⸱ Andrew Holleran

We Must March, My Darlings

Until recently, the gay pride march was essentially a chance to show folks in Kansas that thousands of us look just like them: ordinary—to a fault.
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December 1979 ⸱ Andrew Holleran

Nipples

One has always had nipples but one became aware of them only last summer, on Fire Island.
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New York Notebook ⸱ Andrew Holleran

Fast-Food Sex

Weary of sex even—yes, I’m not afraid to admit it: I was congratulating that man for having sex only three times in the past year.
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New York Notebook ⸱ Andrew Holleran

Nostalgia for the Mud

“Why do gays love ruins?” I said to my friends when we emerged into the crisp autumn sunlight of a Sunday afternoon. “The Lower West Side, the docks. Why do we love slums so much?”
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