Armand In A Sea Of Skin: A Sexual Memoir
September, 1983
Last christmas, I got a card from my old friend Armand Daniel that shocked me considerably. The card was one of those photo things that have such currency in the suburbs, and it showed a happy family grouped in front of a fireplace: Two little boys with miniature Armand faces were smiling for all they were worth, probably in anticipation of the spoils of the season, and their mother was resting her head on Armand's shoulder. That was what shocked me. Years ago, when Armands and I had been close,...