Edward, the art appraiser I lived with in the East Village. When I knew him, from 1998 to 2001, he was in his late 50s and early 60s, tall, husky, tanned, white-haired, slightly feminine, and eccentric.
But back in 1958, he was Eddie, a 18-year old high school boy growing up in Houghton, on isolated Upper Peninsula of Michigan. Not aware that he was gay yet -- not even aware that same-sex desire existed.
Until he met the naked winged man in a field in Germany.
This story is too risque to recount here. You can read it on Tales of West Hollywood.