When I moved to Upstate New York in the fall of 2008, my social calendar was soon crowded with invitations from members of the Gang of Twelve, guys who had known each other for years, and who shared everything, from gossip to boyfriends.
1-2. The Rich Kid and the Crying Truck Driver.
3-4. The Rapper, and the Grabby Nurse.
5. The Satyr and his roommate Chad, who I dated through the fall and winter.
6-7. The Klingon and the Sword Swallower.
8. The Pitcher with a Secret Move.
Date #9: The Stonewall Veteran
One day in the spring of 2009, the Rich Kid told me "There's a guy you have to meet." I thought he was setting me up on another date, but instead, we drove to an assisted living facility in Oneonta. There was an elderly man in a wheelchair sitting by a window in the dayroom, reading a large-print version of Tales of the City. The Rich Kid hugged him affectionately.
"Is this your lover?" the Stonewall Veteran asked.
"No, no. We went out a couple of times, but it didn't work out."
The uncensored version of this story is on Tales of West Holywood.