I realize now that the men who liked to massage me when I was a teenager were probably gay. And I thought they were just altruists.
I had this faculty friend at UCLA who was very kind and interested in my welfare. My father wondered if the guy was gay. I said oh no. Turns out, the guy was as queer as a three dollar bill.
David Ehrenstein writes: A tad slow on the uptake there, Luke. I’m reading Oliver Sacks’ memoir “On the Move” (I’ll be reviewing it for Gay City News) which I recommend highly. He recounts how he and a weights workout buddy used to give each other massages and once in the midst of massaging him Sacks came all over his back.
