In Berlin, I do not know which friends identify as queer and which do not. I love not knowing. Straight men dabble, show up at techno parties in jockstraps, harnesses, and rubber — and go for women. My grip on my own sexual identity has dissolved. This started long before moving here; my first book was, among other things, about how I never settled on a label. But Berlin has cemented this: I am label-less. In the city’s party scene, the boundaries between queer and straight collapse.
Superstar DJ Diplo has never come out as gay or queer, but he made headlines in March for saying he likes blowjobs from men and is “not not gay.” On cue, articles featuring shirtless Diplo pics appeared on the internet buzzing over his non-confession, which was not
