7. He is Risen Он воскрес
I felt like holding hands with Tony. It was too soon, of course, but we were running out of time. I feared that in the morning, I would regret not having held hands with him, if such things would still matter.
I probably should have been trying to have s*x that evening. I think in my situation, a great many men would have started their last night at a gay bar, cruising. But I needed something more significant than I had found in my decade of looking around gay bars. I felt I owed myself something more spectacular even than going out with a bang.
Unusual circumstances sometimes yield improbable and sublime love stories. For example, in Silence of the Lambs, following their dialogue at a Tennessee Courthouse, Doctor Hannibal Lecter, imprisoned in a cage at the ce
