An earlier version of this essay appeared Sunday’s edition of the Toronto Star. It was commissioned and edited by the dazzling and talented Sarmishta Subramanian.
In the early ’90s when I was 14, I stayed up late at a pool party in Toronto, chased a bottle of Schnapps with a tab of acid and ended up in a three-way with my close friend and a guy I’ll cal…
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