Nov 14, 2013

Summer 1981: Adam and I Sleep Together, Sort Of

During my junior year at Augustana College, I knew lots of guys who liked guys at night, in the dark, but they always went back to their chants of "girls! girls! girls!" in the morning.  I kept looking for guys who were gay, who continued to dream of masculine smiles in the daytime.  They were impossible to find; Corey, who wanted to teach me to fly; Hal, who challenged me to a dating contest; Bruce, who didn't like to be called gay -- all were straight, or claimed to be.

What about Adam Horowitz, manager of the Student Union bookstore?  He never dated girls; when pressed, he claimed to be in love with an icy Hitchcockian blonde, but gave no more details.  He never dated boys, either.  We had a "date" in March 1981, with a thwarted kiss under the Bell Tower,  but that was the only time I saw him away from his counter in the bookstore.

Until the summer of 1981,  when the Film Club took a road trip to Madison, Wisconsin, about 3 hours away, for an Italian Film Festival, two days of Fellini, Antonioni, Pasolini, and Zeffirelli.

The rest of the story, with nude photos, is on Tales of West Hollywood.