Amstel Hotel, Amsterdam, 1989. Stumbled out of the closet after 40 years of repression. This blog is dedicated to that day. Original photography, New York, men, random thoughts.
You spend an hour desperately searching for it. Find it. Blissful and relieved, you put it someplace safe so that you'll always know where it is. And now you can't find it all over again.
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