This week’s New York magazine has what could be considered a coup an excerpt of former New Jersey Governor Jim McGreevey‘s forthcoming Confession although any McGreevey “confessions” seem inherently old.
He does, however, out his former D.C.-area love spot:
The only place where I had ever found any real pleasure in these encounters was in Washington, during my law-school years. At the juncture of Sixth and I Streets, just around the corner from Judiciary Square, there was an abandoned synagogue and a narrow alley leading to the long-forgotten gardens in back. Every night, rain or shine, this hidden pocket of Washington filled with men just like me almost all of them wearing business suits and, on most of their left hands, proof that they’d made the same compromises I had. We were the power brokers and backroom operatives and future leaders of America. We just happened to be gay. I felt as though I’d come upon a sanctuary it was a churchlike, almost spiritual place. Moonlight squinted through the stained-glass windows into our garden, catching an inviting eye or a face stretched in ecstasy.
We assume this place no longer exists; if it does, however, McGreevey has just blown their churchlike cover.