The Big Gay Move
For all the meaningful internal changes I’d made since coming out, the city and space and circles I occupied were keeping me tethered.
OK, I’m somewhere on the sexual spectrum, but I love this person enough that I can make this life work
This doesn’t need to happen todayMaybe over the phone in two weeks slash seven years?
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Blonde
The Weekend, Carol, Paris Is Burning, We Were Here
Harry Spitzer is a writer and filmmaker based in NYC.
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