The Marquis de Suede and Chunks of Kiss: My Queer Jobs, Part 2

(Note: this is the second of a series of three posts. <a href="https://medium.com/@jonathan.lethem/my-queer-jobs-part-1-bc0be4ccc741" rel="noopener">Here’s the first.</a> <a href="https://medium.com/@jonathan.lethem/the-f-basket-my-queer-jobs-part-3-16600124956" rel="noopener">Here’s the third.</a> There’s an important context for these reminiscences, one I’ve written of elsewhere, but shouldn’t presume any given reader would already know: my parents were bohemians, artists, leftist refuseniks against the mainstream — and this was New York City in the 1970’s, a wide-open anarchic time in a broken-down city. I should also explain (if it isn’t obvious) that I remain a product of that time and place, and of those parents. In some ways, that’s still the place I live.) <a href="https://medium.com/@jonathan.lethem/the-marquis-de-suede-and-chunks-of-kiss-my-queer-jobs-part-2-3cf61e9c656d">Read More</a>