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Although I have preferred the company of my own sex to that of men for as far back as I can remember, I've never had a lesbian...

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Who doesn’t love movies? When my mother was gravely ill, there was nothing she wanted more than to watch the screeners of new films I...

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He's gay, I love him, but I'm not in love with him. Get over it. Daphne Merkin puts a bullet in the fag hag I am standing at water's edge...

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It is a mid-July weekend, and in my little rented house in Bridgehampton, New York, I am glued to the TV, indifferent to the fact that it...

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