this was on the list of places to go before leaving
and I was putting it off
This is Bowman the Showman full on.
Full On.
He lived near me growing up.
I would see him at competitions, strong crazy ass skater.
It occured to me, but only like two weeks ago,
that my first introduction to boys was in this context,
in tights and rhinestones, muscles flying around glittering.
He died a couple months ago
alone in a hotel room, yes.
They have this Warhol of Dorothy Hamill there.
Here's my coach's daughter and Robert Wagonhoffer, beautiful goldylocks boy who brought disco jams to the rink and turned it up and did his amazing moves and got in trouble. The first to land a quad in practice. Later his partner died of AIDS and then so did he.
This is Janet Lynn. I used to have a color copy of this publicity photo. I had it completely memorized. I didn't like her skating but I saw in her my opposite, blond and round and that kind of smile.
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And then this, Scott Hamilton's unitard on the way out the door.
I wished I hadn't seen it, all truncated and itchy looking.
Bummed me out completely.
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