Dating my way through the 2020 Democratic primary
Last summer, I attended a fundraising rally for presidential candidate Pete Buttigieg. The event was held at an old warehouse in East Williamsburg, Brooklyn — a vast, dark space packed with hundreds, perhaps thousands of Buttigieg fans. Waiting for the candidate to appear, I sipped a Blue Moon and scanned the venue. Most of the crowd were male. Most appeared to be gay.
Yes, I thought to myself, smiling. I like these odds.
I’d first heard about Buttigieg, then the 37-year-old mayor of South Bend, Indiana, in 2018. He and his husband were the subjects of a New York Times…
On the limits and constraints of what one life can hold
In 2009, when I was twenty-two, I bought a small, black shoulder bag from a department store along the rue de Passy, in Paris. The bag was about twelve inches tall by ten inches wide, and made of a cheap sturdy fabric — the kind used to make dog toys, cargo pants, and discount patio furniture. Weighing no more than four or five pounds when full, it hung from an adjustable strap I always kept long. …
Harrison Hill
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