1991: The first is an ex-boyfriend thirteen years my senior who kept a photo album of conquest polaroids, who once attended a sexual/spiritual retreat employing bizarre rituals supposedly practiced by the Chiloquin Kenosha Indians, rituals which involved lying naked on the floor and chanting in a candlelit room scented with patchouli and sweat, arms and legs splayed like wings.
1981: There was my stepfather's nephew, Aiden, frantically flown here from Miami on a red-eye,…
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