D E N I S E D U H A M E L | all the outcasts from fourth grade |
It was Boston, 1982, when AIDS was still gay cancer, a whisper, a scare that no one except a very few took seriously. We went to the Metro and Spit and danced with the fags, the only people who really knew how to dress. We had bows in our hair and big spikes on our bracelets. We loved lipstick and gin fizzes and it was hard to tell who was a boy and who was a girl because women dressed like Boy George and men wore mascara and cut their hair and dyed it yellow like Annie Lenox. Sure, there was Regan, but he'd be out in another two years. How couldn't he be when there were bars like this everywhere? You were visiting from rural Iowa and you couldn't believe it. You said,
Here are all the outcasts from fourth grade,
It lasted for about five minutes, | |
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