I think I’m a little more queer than I’ve been giving myself credit for. It’s not like this has been some huge discovery, after one of the literal first house parties I went to as a teenager I tried to climb into some hippie dude’s bed in Cordova. And while it was a certain kind of amusing to find myself nude in a stranger’s house with a trail of clothes leading across the living room, back up the stairs, and down the hall when I woke up, I’d always been pretty all right with it. 

I don’t totally write anything off. I notice a guy with a nice ass at the grocery store I don’t have to go home and watch five dozen reverse gang bang videos to feel better about myself. They’re just kinda fun sometimes.

David Bowie and Iggy Pop

From left: David Bowie, Iggy Pop and Lou Reed

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