"...We had to have cool pick-up lines. We were all amphetamine thin with long dirty hair and hip huggers and funny black boots that zipped up the side and denim cowboy shirts with pearlescent pressure-pop buttons..."
Until today, it somehow escaped my notice that from as far back as 2003, Edmund White has been submitting short pieces to Seattle's alt-weekly, The Stranger (five have been archived on the website; I wouldn't be surprised if there are/were more). The topics range from the mundane (reactions to Obama winning the presidency) to the maddening (the stupification of the modern gay man), with the latest two quite bawdy ("My Night Getting Peed On" should make it to the title of something soon).
With White's current output rather rare and sporadic now that he's in his twilight, anything new(ish) is a cause for celebration.
