Wednesday, January 23, 2008
23/366: George
1977. Antigua, Guatemala. After a rainstorm, a gorgeous black man, 10 years older, falls into step beside me. He accompanies me to the post office. After three days and nights together, he follows me to Guatemala City. Back in New York, everything is different. He won’t hold my hand in public.
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2 comments:
OK, now he's pissing me off. (But the first part sounds like fun.)
It was a racial thing. It was 1977, after all.
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