It was Saturday night at the Eagle LA, a gay leather bar in Silver Lake. There were chains and whips for sale on a pool table across the room. Red flames painted on the black walls. House music booming.
Mushtaq flexed his biceps and shimmied his hips. A man shoved a few dollar bills at him, and Mushtaq’s sultry visage melted into a sincere, delighted smile. He giggled as he knelt down to chat with the man.