FOR THE BETTER –
April 19, 2022 – For three years, Liam and I hooked up in parks, parties, cars and alleys. For us, this was an act of defiance against anyone ― nuclear family members, acquaintances, strangers ― who told us to tone down our queerness. We had sex in three different bathrooms the day we got married in San Francisco City Hall, and I drank so much tequila, the bars turned to fluorescent red pulp. By day, Liam and I worked together and produced marketing content; by night, we took shots. On the weekends, we sat by a green lake and drank from bottles covered in brown paper. Liam and I had sober sex, yes, but I relied on alcohol to pull out the stops, role-play and lingerie.
One evening, two years after we got married, Liam asked a simple question:
“Do you ever imagine a life without alcohol?”
