In the summer of 1985, Mike Petrelis was savoring life as young, openly gay man in New York City. He’d landed a cool job working for a film publicist who mostly handled foreign art films. He’d found an affordable apartment — not far from the gay mecca of Greenwich Village.
Then one day, Petrelis noticed a sort of blotch on his arm. Read More
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