Tiny Love Stories: Summer Loving

When Lies Turn Into Prophecies A very drunk man won’t stop telling me about trains. The Cape Town summer is hot, the night sticky, my drink warm. This gay bar will surely sink, given the number of heaving bodies shoved inside it. I nod at the train-talker, plotting an escape, and you appear. Your accent…

Highbrow Fashion in Gritty Spaces

The Cock is a low-ceilinged, pitch-dark East Village dive that has been described by one website as “the last filthy gay bar in New York.” It shuns publicity, having been frequently raided by police back in the 1990s during the Giuliani administration, and is infamous for its cruisy sex scene. For those reasons, it seems…