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“Love can fuck up desire, I’ll agree to that,” I said, and I believed that. If, on the occasions when someone I had sex with remained after orgasm, and an edge of friendship was being suggested to me—as, say, we might lie, though rarely, talking—if, then, at those times, all desire faded.”

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After the Blue Hour

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John Rechy
John Rechy

John Rechy (born March 10, 1931) is a renowned American novelist, playwright, and essayist, best known for his groundbreaking depictions of LGBTQ+ life and marginalized communities. Born in El Paso, Texas, to a Mexican father and Scottish-American mother, Rechy gained fame with his 1963 debut novel City of Night, a semi-autobiographical work about a young male sex worker. His bold, unflinching style challenged societal taboos and established him as a key figure in gay literature. Rechy has written numerous novels, plays, and non-fiction works, including Numbers and The Vampires. He has taught at several universities and received multiple awards, including from the American Academy of Arts and Letters. His work continues to influence discussions on sexuality, identity, and social justice. more

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