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Italian-Amican B oys

ByJohn Gilgun

I came of age sexually in an Irish-American/Italian-American working-class neighborhood in the blue-collar city of Malden, Massachusetts, in the 1940s. Yes, I had the fantasy that a mistake had been made in the hospital and that I was in fact the child of a rich couple who lived in another part of the city and would find me some day and take me to their thirty-room mansion and drive me around in their Buick Roadmaster. But I really wanted to be an Italian-American boy, living as part of an Italian family, with Italian brothers, cousins, and uncles.