“Angels, Ghosts and Strangers,” a personal essay by Jardine
Libaire, was originally in our Erogenous Zones issue. It’s an homage to New York and the loves
Libaire has had there.
"I once had a short affair with a
wannabe thug. We tussled in my bedroom, his chest bare, his jeans black, his
beeper on the floor, my nightie pulled up, his mouth between my legs — and the
spire of Trinity Church stood in my window, the electric lights of the
Financial District casting the spike's spiny shadow on us."
