Status Updates From A Last Supper of Queer Apos...

“Dawn’s pale light reached through the windows, vanishing the orgy’s petals. Everywhere glasses only half-drunk and cigarette butts. Everywhere parts of bodies scattered in sodomite disarray. An arm wrapped around a stomach, a leg tangled in oblivion. A brown torso with a loca’s drool pooling on the chest. A buttock or two peeping out from the draped sheets, dripping with the fluids of the proletariat.”

Taking a break from the white gays that play at suffering

depeche mode mention…

Some of the most beautiful prose I have ever read. That beauty helps to stomach the horror Lembel describes in his rich accounts of Life in Chile during the AIDS crisis and the dictatorship.

knew from page 1 this would change me fundamentally