This past summer, after a screening of my new film, Five Dances, at Philadelphia's QFest, a gay college student approached and asked if I'd be willing to give him some career advice over a cup of coffee. I agreed, and a week later he took a Bolt Bus up to New York, and we met at a small café in the West Village. It was a hot, humid summer's day, but he arrived wearing a pressed white shirt and tie, dress slacks, and polished shoes, an outfit that his professor had advised him to don for the occ...
This past summer, after a screening of my new film, Five Dances, at Philadelphia's QFest, a gay college student approached and asked if I'd be willing to give him some career advice over a cup of coffee. I agreed, and a week later he took a Bolt Bus up to New York, and we met at a small café in the West Village. It was a hot, humid summer's day, but he arrived wearing a pressed white shirt and tie, dress slacks, and polished shoes, an outfit that his professor had advised him to don for the occ...
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