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All alone in the misty charcoal night, I took off all my clothes and danced wildly in the tide, howling passages of The Tempest and Twelfth Night and all the shipwreck-plays, as lightning crashed on the horizon. It was among the most ecstatic, liberating moments of my life…

Howling at the Lightning — My First Trip to the Gay Mecca Fire Island
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James Patrick Nelson

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Cappelli, MFA, JD, PhD
Cappelli, MFA, JD, PhD

Written by Cappelli, MFA, JD, PhD

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Top Know Nothing Writer with way too many degrees who enjoys musing on life's absurdity.

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