Zack Subin

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“Do you know this song, Amir?” Jahan asked, leaning over the bar. I definitely recognized the upbeat melody, the lyrics—paved paradise, something about parking lots—but I didn’t know the singer. “You’re hopeless,” Jahan said. “Gay card revoked.” It was like there was another rainbow scoreboard for gay men that I had never been exposed to, and I was starting from scratch. -5: Doesn’t know Nina Simone or Joni Mitchell. “You know, Joni Mitchell is how I came out to my dad,” Jahan said. “Um.” “You don’t have to look so horrified.” He laughed. “It didn’t go that badly. I was in the eighth grade, ...more
How It All Blew Up
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