Let's Refuse to Look Away

I’ve worked at a queer-leaning bar called Branded Saloon ever since the weather warmed up here in Brooklyn. And about 5 days a week, a man named Henry pops in after dark. We usually give him a burger or shot of whiskey, and sometimes the owners ask him to sweep outside for 20 or 30 bucks.

This last Saturday was no different. As Henry downed his shot, my …