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A while back we reported (Sept.-Oct. 2018) on a clever device to stop the serial incineration of a gay flag in a Warsaw square—a “water rainbow” that couldn’t be ignited.…More

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It’s rare that The G&LR itself makes it into this column, but here goes. A well-researched piece in LGBTQNation.com has called us out for an essay that appeared in…More

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THE TALE of Puccini’s final opera is well known: the icy princess Turandot refuses to give up her body or her heart to any man, conferring a death sentence…More

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“The churches down South are not few and far between, not by a long shot. One of the very first questions you might receive from a complete stranger…More

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Spring 1955 in Paris. WWII was long past, but times were still tough all over Europe. Nevertheless, the Paris theater, opera, fashion, and art scenes were flourishing.

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My first haircut in Michael’s apartment culminated in him seducing me and giving me a blowjob. It was amazing, but it left me even guiltier than before. I not only had thoughts and desires, I had now succumbed to them.

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