In West Hollywood, nearly every day, I stopped into the Different Light Bookstore on Larrabee. I joked that I was moving the entire stock into my apartment.And one day I saw Mario browsing in the theater section.
He was rather feminine, thin and willowy, wearing gold rings, bracelets, and necklaces -- an immediate turnoff. But he was shorter than me, dark skinned, with glasses that gave him a studious look. So when he approached, started a conversation about gay literature, and invited me to dinner at the Greenery, I agreed.
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