Last Tuesday afternoon, Thomas Deshields threw on a tee shirt and mid-thigh shorts, left his Jersey City apartment and fled to New York City. The 22-year-old stopped in at a liquor store, splurged for a bottle of whiskey and stuffed it into his bag, then sauntered through West Village gay bars — Monster Bar first, then the Hanger — until finally, the clock neared 10 p.m., and he walked down Christopher Street toward the piers. In front of him was Pier 45, where men who look like him have, throughout history, met to hook up and take shelter, where poor New Yorkers have bought and sold drugs, where trans women have turned tricks for cash, and where rich New Yorkers have paid them for it. More →
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Small and dimly lit, the basement of Williamsburg’s Metropolitan Bar stores beer and spirits, as it has for much of the last century. Gennaro Milo, an Italian-American in Virginia whose family owned the building for most of the 1900s, said that he remembers his great-grandfather keeping large casks of wine down there from the Prohibition era.