The New Yorker has an interesting profile on David Wojnarowicz this week, as writer Rebecca Mead visits his personal archives with writer Olivia Laing, whose recent book chronicles loneliness and the lives of artists in New York,  “So much of my book is about gender, and frustrations of gender, and that desire to be an anonymous person in a city in a way that I think you only can if you are a man—and a woman never is, because a woman is always on some level a desirable or non-desirable sexual object,†Laing says.
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