Ryan Lee

Ryan Lee: The filthiest bath

The last death of 2017 hit me the hardest: the closure of Man's Country in Chicago, which took my bathhouse virginity in 1999. The news wasn't entirely unexpected; based on my last visits, it was as shocking as...
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Ryan Lee: Scanning the different sounds of silence

I once was driving through rural Kentucky, pressed the scan button on the car radio and for the first time felt the totality of nothingness. The few seconds of dead air as the digital numbers cycled the dial wi...
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Ryan Lee: The gift of rejection: a Christmas story

In the early hours of last Christmas, as the crowd at Bulldogs was exiting onto Peachtree Street and Santa was approaching Hawaii, I programmed into my phone the number of a handsome guy with whom flirtatious g...
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Ryan Lee: Boys in the barbershop

Having been single for all of this decade, my closest and most enduring relationships with other men have been with my barbers. This is not uncommon, as there are few platonic relationships more intimate than b...