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.

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

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