In 1992, I interviewed my friend and literary mentor, Harold Norse.
I moved in with Norse in July of 1984 and moved out in August of 1989 .
I spent two years in Los Angeles where I did some free-lance writing
for the gay press.
I moved back to San Francisco in the spring of 1992 and invited Norse
over to see my new digs in the Tenderloin.
Norse and I spontaneously decided to do an interview that turned into a
frank discussion of the work we did together as student and teacher.
Most people in San Francisco’s gay lit scene thought my relationship
with Harold Norse was sexual; it wasn’t.
We had a passion for each other, but it was not sexual.
In retrospect, we had an affair of the intellect.
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