I met Josh at the Roxy, where we made out to “Gypsy Woman.” We went back to my N.Y.U. dorm room. We used condoms. I don’t know what happened to Josh.
Chris — was that his name? — cruised me on the subway and took me to his tiny East Village apartment. We used condoms. I wanted to snuggle, but he seemed eager to show me the door.
He never returned my call. Then there was Will, my first boyfriend. We both insisted on condoms. I talked to him recently, and he said he would kill me if I used his real name.
These memories of my early fumblings with gayness, forged between 1989 and 1991, rushed back as I binged “It’s a Sin” on HBO Max.