Well, it’s that time of year. In lieu of writing something new about Christmas (hello, who has time?), I’ll just refer you to this piece I wrote about the Christmas tree boys for Salon a few years ago. It’s December now, and the Christmas tree industry’s booming, and I just can’t get my mind around shopping and party hopping, Johnny Mathis and candy canes and marshmallows by the fire. This time of year, I can’t seem to think about anything but that most spectacular of species, the Christmas Tree Boy — that erotic masterpiece, with his athletic swagger, his...
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