Magazine article Out

Camp Emo

Magazine article Out

Camp Emo

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CAMP CAMP, A NEW PHOTO BOOK, INSPIRES ONE WRITER'S HALCYON MEMORIES.

I realized I was gay the summer I was 12, at an all-boys camp in northern Wisconsin with a peculiar abundance of nudity. As at most camps, all of the staff were suburban hippies, particularly my counselor Greg, an 18-year-old nature boy who openly mocked any camper who tried to wear his swimsuit in the group shower or sauna. The arrangement killed me-I was a self-conscious and underdeveloped kid-but I was really enjoying the hell out of Greg's enthusiastic naturism. Campers were strenuously pressured to participate in the annual Jack Dawes run, which involved jogging naked from the cabins to the lake and jumping in. I wouldn't have thought I could do it, but with Greg's ass in front of me, my eyes remained firmly on the prize, any embarrassment lost in a confusing haze of adolescent lust. To this day, I can't smell patchouli without thinking of the overeager nudist.

I had my first sexual experience as a 16-year-old counselor, with an older counselor named Dan, one night camping out in the woods. …

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