Self-Made Boys: A Great Gatsby Remix (Remixed Classics)

by Anna-Marie McLemore

“Boys like us always know one another about a thousand years before anyone else knows us, don’t we?”

I was a brown boy in a borrowed cottage, flanked by millionaires. Dechert had nothing to fear from any complaint I could make.

Even if los santos descended from heaven and blessed me loving another boy, that boy could not be Gatsby.

Some people wore their broken hearts with careful grace. I didn’t. The pieces of mine scraped against everything, and everyone could hear the grinding noise, even if they didn’t know what it was.