An amazingly powerful piece, alto, and quite a surprising change of direction from part one.

I’m a few years older than you. While you were in Jamaica that year, I was busy with my very first surge of youthful sexual activity. I’m amazed to this day that I never seroconverted. Sheer, blind chance.

My own anthem is Girls Just Wanna Have Fun. I don’t know why it reminds me of the beauty and pathos of those years, but it does.

Sometimes when I listen to it, I smile to remember joyful youth. Sometimes I shed tears.

Do you know what strikes me most about your piece? Randy died alone. Nobody knew until his decomposing body alerted the neighbors.

He had outlived his address book.

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Writer. Runner. Marine. Airman. Former LGBTQ and HIV activist. Former ActUpNY and Queer Nation. Polyglot. Middle-aged, uppity faggot. jamesfinnwrites@gmail.com

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