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I talked to him on the phone for hours. I even listened to his therapy sessions on tape. And after one particularly weird conversation about his upcoming sex-change operation, I decided he was a fake. So why did I still get sucked in?
  • True Confessions

    The thing that gets me about Waldman's story is that JT Leroy is such an esoteric character that she is basically confessing to a crime that no one knows has been committed. If she had never written the article, how many people would have known she had been duped? five? Ten? Now that she's written it, how many more people know? Thousands? I have to assume Waldman is smart enough to realize this, so somehow her life has been made better by bringing so much attention to her transgression. If that's not a fetish, I don't know what is.

    In a lot of ways, I'm proud to say I had never heard of JT Leroy before I read this article. Believe me, my interests are so immersed in trivial, marginal crap that I have a hard time conversing with most people. For example, I couldn't possibly name one song by Brittney Spears, Paul Wall, or Nickelback. But I do own every recording Alejandro Escovedo and Chuck Prophet have ever released.