Published inGay Mag·Feb 13, 2020Member-only1991–1992Four seasons in memory — 1. Summer In the summer when you were a teenager, you’d climb out your bedroom window. It went like this: Someone, almost always a boy, would come to the window, tap, tap, tap. You’d sit up from the bed, where you waited fully clothed under your blue-and-green floral Laura Ashley bedspread, and…Community12 min readCommunity12 min read