Boy About to Take a Shower (1964) by David Hockney
Content warning: this essay contains a mention of sexual assault.
I was walking to the pool this morning. My gait betrays all the concerns of my mind and body: rigid, or gay-paced, or sloppy-slow as I pass down the wide, palm-lined boulevard that breaks out into a beachside plaza.
I was hot on the tail of …
Disgust and its Discontents
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