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The second to last of these zany affairs was in December 2007. The boy was named Vince, though it should be mentioned that, on the night in question, he also introduced himself to a friend of mine as “Tony.” I met him at FKA, the monthly queer party at the north-side bar Big Chicks, where we started dancing and, pretty quickly, making out. We made small talk: “How old are you?” “What do you do?” He worked at H&M. He had been a model. He was part Japanese, part Cantonese, part French, part Vietnamese. He acted eccentric, and he dressed like a hipster. He was hot.
But now it was time to really get to know each other. So he started peppering me with questions. “Do you like Asian guys?” “Have you ever been with an Asian guy?” “Do you like Asian culture?” “Do you like Asian food?” He asked all these questions repeatedly. I answered awkwardly.
Monica Ekks—Scott’s Cock
Richard Wilcose—My Bloody Valentine
Sofia Penelope Brown—555-Weed
Marisa Vlasak—The Girl With the Elephant Balloon
S.L. Wisenberg—Paris
