the summer i was 21 i dated a really beautiful tattooed faggot hustler who worked at the bathhouse and was delightfully old-school about his sex work, in that he used A PAGER. in 2004. everybody was like "DUDE GET A CELL PHONE." but i think he kinda revelled in the anachronism. anyway, he loved fassbinder. also he had a saint andrew's cross in his tiny-ass bedroom. point being, we had a lot of adventures and watched a lot of fassbinder.