Recently, Ross recommended I speak with his good friend Eric on the phone about gay pornography. Eric, an editor in the field, was kind, and told me several amusing anecdotes about the industry, about its shift from DVDs to streaming, about what narratives he liked best. No dialogue is often a good thing, he said. I spoke to him outside in the late summer heat, and told him a cicada had molted and left its shell, whole, on the side of a mesquite tree. I said it was wild how the bug had just left a whole copy of itself stuck there. He acknowledged this, but I don’t remember how.
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