A Gay Old Time in Moab

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Moab’s always sort of been stuck in my head.

Maybe it’s the funny sounding name, which doesn’t sound familiar or quite like anything else. Or maybe because it’s always seemed like a cool, young, progressive place—but buried in a red state that never sounded terribly welcoming to a gay man like me.