September 1st, 2007
If you attended this year’s Midsommarfest, you might have noticed something strange at play. Andersonville’s predominantly lesbian festival was brimming with gay men. While scanning the crowd for my friends, I was blinded by the sheer density of faux hawks and pectorals peeking through tank tops. They seemed to be trumping us 10 to one, thickening the streets with the smell of sweaty cologne. It felt a little overwhelming, the populous ...
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