Had this guy listened to my gay venting song, my Fire Island cruising song, and picked up on what all the fans and critics had missed four years ago?! Had I connected, for the first time ever, with an American gay guy? I looked up at the man. He was a few years younger than me, maybe early twenties, rugged, handsome, with a twinkle in his eye. And he was waiting for an answer. “Um… why don’t you stick around, and I’ll talk to you afterward?” I suggested. He did.
Lucky sod!
