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“And then I came in and switched places,” says Blake, “and she thought I was Chris for quite some time and—”
“Which. . .
There is no word in English for the circle
left on a table from a cold glass,
or for the difference in flavor
between fresh. . .
Gedney Market felt like a new man. Even his walk was lighter, bouncier, more self-confident. As he strode down Lexington Avenue. . .
The Yukon—like the rest of Canada—is saturated with colonialist contradictions.
A truly progressive man would be one who rejects the social and economic advantages that come from masculinity, with a “feminine flourish.”
In the heart of the heart of the creative class sits Spring Street Social Society—a membership club for our times.