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Early in my period in Santa Fe, way assist in 2014, I worked at a Canyon Road gallery with an older gay man I'll call Mike. In the 1980s, Mike was a reporter for a Hollywood entertainment show, and his moment at the periphery of the spotlight had left its mark. He dressed somewhat like Elton John, with blue-tinted glasses and flashy shoes, and kept his gray hair spiked up in a wild cloud. He was fond of saying, "I have a certain lifestyle to maintain."

In his hours at the gallery, where he was a part-time sales associate, Mike spent most of his moment writing an erotic novel that was actually a thinly veiled memoir of his time in Hollywood. Inspired by the victory of Fifty Shades of Grey, he planned to self-publish it as an e-book and rake in millions of dollars from bored housewives. It seemed enjoy a fine scheme, except that the novel opened in a gay bathhouse with a "crusty carpet" and only got less heterosexual from there.

After work, Mike would walk over to Geronimo for a $20 cocktail. I was a broke 20-something, but occasionally joined him if he offered to pick up the tab. There, he bitched about Santa Fe's dating scene—"everyone moves here as a couple"—and tol