Ruthless and refined discourse in order to protect his own status at the expense of others.
The total look always reflects two contradicting equals: the effect of an ensemble and supreme disinterest in tidiness.
He inhabits a house of mirrors where he sees only fragments of himself and mistakes them for significant others.
To remain in the group he must harden his heart.
The most surprising component of the preppie’s “disciplined whimsy” is repressed hostility percolating just under the surface.
The long-standing members of gay and preppie elites jealously guard entryways to their inner circles.
The crucial distinction, however, is that gays, unlike preppies, do not inherit their style ready-made, but rather create it for themselves.
IF YOU’RE GAY OR A PREPPIE OR BOTH, PLEASE TURN TO PAGE 17.
This is amazing and really really depressing. SPECIAL WINTER FICTION SECTION.
Someone needs to resurrect Christopher Magazine. Like an English glossy, the mag blended journalism, fiction, fashion, and trash. I went on an Andrew Holleran binge freshmen year and fell in love with his AIDS essays, which were originally published in this magazine. I’m glad AIDS patients have better options and gays can marry now, but sadly acceptance means smiles and fitting in. Acceptance means OUT, a gayer version of People Magazine. Why hasn’t a smart, Internet famous gay gone solo and started a ninetiesesque gay “online magazine,” an XOGay? I don’t fucking know.