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Dan　looked　up　to　see　if　Vanessa　was　still　filming；　but　she　seemed　to　have　headed　back　into　the　
living　room；　probably　to　do　some　interviews　on　who　had　known　he　was　gay　when。　He　sighed。　Dan　
knew　his　mom？s　heart　was　in　the　right　place；　but　he　couldn？t　help　but　feel　squeamish　seeing　
himself　as　a　girl…boy　and　having　it　implied　that　his　gayness　had　been　practically　predetermined。　
Had　everyone　known　all　along？　Looking　at　the　photographs　of　him　wearing　dresses　and　tap　shoes；　
hugging　plush　stuffed　animals；　his　mother？s　lipstick　ringing　his　mouth；　the　evidence　seemed　
irrefutable。　


Suddenly　Chuck　Bass　appeared　from　the　direction　of　the　bathroom。　What　washe　doing　here？　
Chuck　was　dressed　in　a　white　tank　top　that　showed　off　his　ridiculously　tan　and　buff　summer　body；　
and　a　pair　of　aqua…and…pink　flowered　Hawaiian　shorts。　A　rainbow…colored　lei　hung　around　his　
neck；　the　petals　bright　against　his　dark　skin。　His　ever…present　white　snow　monkey；　Sweetie；　was　
perched　on　his　shoulder；　pulling　at　strands　of　Chuck？s　over…producted　hair。　Sweetie　was　dressed　in　
a　tiny　black　T…shirt　with　the　words　SILENCE=DEATH　printed　in　white　lettering。　The　monkey　
screeched　loudly；　waving　its　furry　white　arms　in　the　air。　

？Congratulations！？　Chuck　raised　his　Cosmo。　？It？s　abouttime　！？　The　small　crowd　murmured　their　
agreement；　holding　up　their　glasses　and　clinking　their　cups　against　Dan？s　untouched　drink。　
Great？even　a　plete　moron　like　Chuck　Bass　had　known　Dan　was　gay　before　he　did。　Was　it；　like；　
stamped　on　his　fucking　forehead　or　something？　As　if　it　wasn？t　weird　enough　that　he　was　here；　
Chuck　suddenly　pulled　him　by　the　elbow　into　the　corner　so　that　they　were　out　of　earshot　of　the　
rest　of　the　group。　

？Chuck；　what　are　youdoing　here？？　Dan　blurted　out　before　Chuck　could　say　anything。　

Chuck　flapped　a　hand；　as　if　waving　off　the　silly　question。　？I　got　the　e…mail　from　your　
mom？everybody　did。　Subject　line：　？Dan？s　gay？hooray！？　Anyway；　is　that　your　boyfriend？？　Chuck　
asked；　pointing　across　the　room　at　Greg。　Greg　was　now　standing　next　to　Vanessa；　who　was　
laughing　loudly　with　her　head　thrown　back。　

Dan？s　gay？hooray？Dan　resisted　the　urge　to　climb　out　on　the　fire　escape　and　throw　himself　onto　
the　street　below。　He　gave　Chuck　a　weak　smile。　？Um；　Greg　and　I　。　。　。　we？re？？　？You　know；　Dan；？　
Chuck　interrupted；　one　hand　resting　on　his　shoulder；　？I　never　really　had　anything　against　you。？　He　
looked　meaningfully　into　Dan？s　eyes。　？I　think　we　were　both　just　feeling　some　
unresolved　。　。　。tension　；　if　you　know　what　I　mean。？　Chuck　smiled　and　casually　let　his　fingers　trail　
from　Dan？s　shoulder　down　his　bare　arm。　Just　then　the　monkey　reached　down　and　stuck　its　tiny　
brown　hand　in　Chuck？s　drink；　spattering　the　pink　liquid　everywhere　with　a　high…pitched　screech。　

？Bad　Sweetie！？　Chuck　exclaimed；　dabbing　at　his　Cosmo…stained　tank　top　with　his　
fingers。　？Excuse　me　for　a　moment？？　Chuck　flashed　him　an　apologetic　smile。　？I　have　to　go　spank　
my　monkey。？　He　laughed　at　his　own　perverse　joke　and　moved　toward　the　kitchen　sink；　chattering　
to　Sweetie　under　his　breath。　Maybe　Dan　was　losing　his　mind　pletely；　but　it　sounded　like　
Sweetie　was　actually　answering　Chuck　in　some　kind　of　crazed　monkey…speak。　

Dan　shook　his　head　and　wove　through　the　crowded　kitchen　to　the　living　room。　His　dad　stood　in　
the　center　of　the　room；　holding　court　before　an　enraptured　audience　of　middle…aged　guys　with　
straggly；　bushy　beards。　Rufus　was　dressed　in　a　light…pink　？70s　leisure　suit　with　a　PFLAG　pin　on　
one　insanely　wide　lapel。　

？Dan！？　Rufus　bellowed。　？There　you　are！？　He　put　his　arm　around　his　son？s　shoulders　and　turned　
to　the　group　of　bearded　Rufus　clones　surrounding　them。　？Dan；　these　are　the　members　of　my　
gastronomic　society？they　brought　the　wild　boar　pat？。？　The　group　of　men　raised　their　glasses　in　


greeting；　and　Rufus　pointed　to　a　plate　of　suspiciously　lumpy　brown　pat？　over　on　the　battered　
wooden　coffee　table。　？Try　some？it？s　fantastic。？　Silence　=　death。　

？And　Dan。？　Rufus　leaned　in　to　speak　more　privately；　？I　was　thinking　about　this　whole　transition　
you？re　going　through。？　He　stopped　and　scratched　his　mess　of　a　beard。　？Well；　maybe　its　not　so　
much　atransition　as　it　is　a　realization；？　Rufus　mused；　stuffing　a　mushy　glob　of　pat？　into　his　
mouth。　？But　I　think；？　he　continued；　the　boar　pat？　sputtering　out　of　his　mouth　in　chunks；　？that　in　
the　long　run　it　will　probably　make　you　a　better　writer；　like　Oscar　Wilde　or　W。H。　Auden。？　Rufus　
took　a　gallant　swig　from　the　Cosmo　in　his　hand；　washing　down　his　meaty　mouthful。　？Just　think　of　
all　you？ll　have　to　say　now！？　he　exclaimed。　？I　imagine　that　your　marginalized　position　will　be　very　
productive　for　your　writing。？Marginalized　position？　Dan　didn？t　feel　very　marginalized？more　like　
pletely　overwhelmed。　And　curious。　What　else　had　his　mother　e…mailed？　And　to　whom？　He　
noticed　out　of　the　corner　of　his　eye　that　Greg　had　taken　a　seat　on　the　sofa　next　to　Chuck　and　his　
idiotic　pink…Cosmo…stained　monkey。　They　seemed　to　be　giggling　over　the　rims　of　their　martini　
glasses。　Just　then　Greg　looked　up；　caught　Dan？s　eye；　and　waved；　smiling　happily。　？C？mere；？　he　
mouthed；　gesturing　with　one　hand。　

？I？ll　be　right　back；？　Dan　told　his　father；　who　was　chewing　another　massive　slice　of　pita　bread　
with　some　of　the　scary　pat？　smeared　on　it。　

Greg　untangled　himself　from　Chuck　and　met　Dan　halfway　across　the　living　room。　Some　of　the　
rainbow　crepe　paper　was　falling　down；　and　it　brushed　Dan？s　shoulders　as　he　moved。　

？Listen。？　Greg　ran　a　hand　through　his　shaggy　blond　hair。　？Not　now；　but　sometime　soon；　I？d　
really　like　to　talk　to　you　about　some　stuff。？　He　looked　meaningfully　into　Dan？s　eyes；　and　Dan　
took　a　sip　of　his　Cosmo？fruit　punch　flavor　be　damned？and　swallowed　hard。　What　with　Greg？s　
grandmother　dying；　Dan　knew　he　had　to　be　supportive？be　there　for　him　in　his　time　of　need　and　all　
that。　But　what　if　what　Greg　wanted　was　to　make　things　between　them　more　。　。　。official　？just　like　
everyone　else？　

Dan？s　head　was　still　spinning　with　the　discovery　that　he　was　gay？and　that　he？d　probablyalways　
been　gay。　But　if　he　was　going　to　be　gay；　shouldn？t　he　at　least　find　a　boyfriend　who　made　him　feel　
something　besides　awkward　and　nervous？　His　eyes　scanned　the　room；　finally　landing　on　Vanessa；　
who　was　talking　to　his　mother　and　nodding　like　she　actually　had　some　clue　as　to　what　Jeanette　
was　talking　about。　She　caught　his　eye　and　winked；　and　Dan　instantly　felt　a　little　bit　better。　

？Sure；？　he　replied　weakly。　？That？d　be　good。？　

A　look　of　relief　swept　over　Greg？s　face。　？Thanks。　You？re　the　best。？　He　gave　Dan？s　hand　a　little　
squeeze　before　returning　to　sit　next　to　Chuck；　who　was　feeding　his　monkey　wild　boar　pat？；　its　
fingers　covered　with　the　soft　brown　goo。　Dan　watched　in　horror　as　the　monkey　screeched；　
throwing　its　furry　head　back　and　smearing　the　pat？　all　over　the　freshly　washed　white　wall。　

So　much　for　redecorating。　


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There　is　only　one　thing　in　the　world　worse　than　being　talked　about；and　that　is　not　being　talked　
about。　

　？Oscar　Wilde　

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　hey　people！　

It？s　finally　August；　and　you　know　what　that　means：　New　York　City　is　officiallyhot；　hot；　hot　。　Not　


that　I　would　actually　know。　My　friends　and　I　have　spent　the　last　month　hiding　out　in　our　quaint　
beach　houses　in　the　dunes　of　Montauk　and　in　little　country　cottages　on　Gin　Lane　in　
Southampton？and　bylittle　I　mean　eight　bedrooms　and　five　baths；　of　course？soaking　up　the　summer　
sun　and　working　on　our　Bain　de　Soleil　tans。　

So　who　are　we？　If　you　really　have　to　ask；　then　the　question　is