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My Lives 122: [of male homosexuals] The thirty dollars he earned turning a trick was worth more to him than his three-hundred-dollar day rate selling vodka and toothpaste.at turn a trick, v.2
My Lives 122: [of male homosexuals] The thirty dollars he earned turning a trick was worth more to him than his three-hundred-dollar day rate selling vodka and toothpaste. My Lives 175: We’re all suck queens but they [i.e. European men] don’t even think that’s real sex. They go all the way – they’re brownie queens.at go all the way (v.) under all the way, adv.
My Lives 273: A bit of bump and grind, tits and ass, a heart-stopping curtain line – these were the elements of a hit.at tits and ass, n.
My Lives 280: Hopped up on blackbirds, yellow jackets, PCP and joints sprayed with angel dust.at angel dust, n.
My Lives 233: Just a straight-arrow glance of friendly recognition.at straight-arrow, adj.
My Lives 89: He’s going to have a heart attack with that big bay window of his.at bay window, n.
small ad in My Lives 122: VGL XXX horny dominant top WS, FF, C&B torture, BB, verbal.at BB, n.
My Lives 255: A red-haired bear in Mobile whom I once met at a reading in Atlanta. [Ibid.] 299: He liked hairy chests – not a generalized bearish fuzziness or blond or down or elderly.at bear, n.
(con. 1950s) My Lives 108: A lot of beef on the hoof tonight, wouldn’t you say?at beef, n.1
My Lives 327: Genet was the original gender-bender. He’d get high [...] and dance for the Panthers in a pink negligee.at gender-bender, n.
My Lives 280: Hopped up on blackbirds, yellow jackets, PCP and joints sprayed with angel dust.at blackbird, n.1
(con. 1950s) My Lives 112: Shit, man, that’s bogue. Don’t be usin’ my name.at bogue, adj.1
My Lives 277: Perhaps because of his whitebread background, Stan was always susceptible to strong, satanic men.at white bread, adj.
My Lives 175: We’re all suck queens but they [i.e. European men] don’t even think that’s real sex. They go all the way – they’re brownie queens.at brownie, n.1
My Lives 117: ‘Bughouse’ Square, an open park [in Chicago] covered with old trees where stump speakers harangued small crowds about crank causes.at bughouse square, n.
(con. 1950s) My Lives 109: Only bulldaggers are that masculine.at bull-dagger (n.) under bull, n.1
My Lives 180: His disapproval of the American butch style didn’t keep him from being attracted to individual clones. [Ibid.] 282: Butch-femme role-playing might have approximated traditional male-female interactions.at butch, adj.
small-ad in My Lives 122: VGL XXX horny dominant top WS, FF, C&B torture, BB, verbal.at c.b., n.1
My Lives 180: With me he couldn’t stop camping.at camp, n.2
My Lives 146: Other boys [...] were willing partners in erotic wrestling and circle jerks.at circle jerk, n.
My Lives 180: His disapproval of the American butch style didn’t keep him from being attracted to individual clones.at clone, n.
(con. 1950s) My Lives 112: If your pa knew you were out suckin’ peter you’d be up the crick.at up the creek (without a paddle) under creek, n.
My Lives 255: I began a frantic period of cruising online.at cruising, n.
My Lives 191: With a sister one could ‘dish,’ that is, talk about real interests like dick size [...] or the latest Streisand record.at dish, v.
My Lives 124: He was so turned off by the puddle I’d turned into on downs.at down, n.5
My Lives 234: One day T burst into the filthy, shit-streaked [...] toilet and started fucking Teach’s face.at face-fuck, v.
My Lives 282: Butch-femme role-playing might have approximated traditional male-female interactions.at femme, n.
My Lives 122: [classified advert] VGL XXX horny dominant top WS, FF, C&B torture, BB, verbal.at fist-fuck, n.
My Lives 200: Jean had picked up an elderly Arab [...] brought him home and convinced him to fist him.at fist-fuck, v.
My Lives 200: Hadn’t Foucault himself said that fisting was the one thing that the twentieth century had added to the sexual repertoire?at fisting, n.
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