We were hardly boys, not yet men, never girls. We were horses of another color, we were white, few of us were gay, we were boys. Sticklike bodies, heads with wings. We were smarter, and odder, than others. We grew cosseted and lonely in lonely suburbs, mystified by the rituals of bat and ball that bound the others, the realer boys. We were sensitive to …
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