Portrait of a Bad Night (with Ale) by Deborah Rosenblum is one of those stories, with one of those protagonists, sitting in the blurry spot between two cultures. Homosexuality isn't exactly equal to "gay," you know: "gay" came about under very particular circumstances, in a very particular set of places, as a way to explain homosexuality and give its practitioners a role in society. It's true that, as the product of a very powerful culture (the urban middle class of the United States) "gay" has moved into a bunch of cultures outside its point of origin, where it often stands alongside and (maybe) in opposition to older and more traditional ways of functioning as a homosexual.
If that makes any sense. Or maybe not.
Anyway, go read and come back, tell me what you think. Maybe I'm making too much of this. Maybe I'm just having flashbacks to my days in college and whatever.
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