Could not read a juicier memoir! Mr White has had thousands of gay sexual partners since the 1950s, and he spares little detail. Jumping between his adolescence, school years, and the almost dreamlike  Post-Stonewall and Pre-AIDs decade, he recounts the many “loves of his life.” 

“When I speak of the great love of my life, I don't mean the degree to which someone loved me. I mean how madly, desperately I was in love. Once when I was sobbing in public over my broken heart over some man or another, Joyce Carol Oates, friend and colleague at Princeton, asked me coolly how many men had I rejected and hurt? Of course in my egotism I hadn't kept track of that, though they must have been in the dozens. For me love was always passionate and one-sided, aspirational and impossible, never domestic and mutual. Did I need that distance, that anguish, to contemplate the beloved and write about him?”