Couch-capades

Furniture collecting is typically a pastime enjoyed by older men in navy Brooks Brothers blazer or “ladies-who-lunch” in pearls and crisp starched white collars. The scene is typically set in fine antique markets where these upper-crusties duck under beautifully restored chandeliers, stroke old maple roll-top desks from the Eisenhower administration, point their sharply manicured nails and say “Oh, now this really is lovely.” Well there was nothing “lovely” about the “furniture collecting” that I experienced one late Monday evening in Seoul. The furniture collecting I witnessed bears a stronger resemblance to garbage collecting than a high society hobby. And it is now simply another anecdote to add to my ever-growing Oddyssey of Queer Korean Misadventures.



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