I took the 1 train uptown and walked to Bee’s building on W170th street. As I stood alone in the dim lights and freezing cold, waiting for my hookup date, I nervously paced back and forth, quietly recited Die Mainacht by Brahms. “Look sophisticated; Bee is a professional musician” — I told myself. “And don’t misgender them”.

The door buzzed. I took off my leather jacket and walked up to Bee’s apartment. …

Khanh Nghiem

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