Loud, grinding, thumping music could be heard all the way down to the Pay-n-Park on Liberty Street, even though the club where the music was coming from was a good block away.
Men of every size, shape, color and distinction walked in singles or in pairs up and down the sidewalk in front of the neon sign proclaiming the club’s name: Babylon.
Some looked conservative, while others looked, well, much more flamboyant, sporting glitter and paint.
Todd sat behind the wheel of his car, gripping the steering wheel tightly and wondering, not for the first time, if he really wanted to go out there.
It wasn’t that he was ashamed of what he was; he wasn’t.
But he had spent most of his life hiding it, at first from his family and, while he was still with the Rangers, from the other guys in his unit.
In his 24 years, he’d never gone anywhere that was so openly…gay. His family knew now, of course, but Todd had never felt comfortable enough to be open with his lifestyle.
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