New York was all dancing with shirts off, bare chests bumping. With music inside our hearts, we moved in ways that we had never been allowed to before. I had sex, I fell in love—with the city, with men. I met men who looked at me like nobody ever had before. Everything I used to dream about, but better. Before we started dying, we were part of an electric dream. Alive and young, I danced and fucked and loved. Stayed out all night, snorting just one more line, ordering just one more round. Now, it’s all vitamins and juices, pills and pretend treatments.
