Stan Leventhal paints a picture of Christopher Street in the 80s and 90s. "The streets became ours again. When the fag-bashers began to get bold, to slither from their slimy lairs, the young gay guys and fledgling lesbians fought back. There was a new war to win, along with battles of fear, ignorance, and indifference? But now the streets belong to us again. We paid for it with our muscles, our brains, our bodily fluids. It has our names written all over it. Our blood fills the cracks in the pavement. It's ours and we're never going to give it up."Against that backdrop, we see the pieces of an ordinary life. He's an editor for a porn publishing house - it's not glamorous, it's just work. His relationship is on the verge of ending. He is visited by the ghosts of friends he has lost to AIDS. In the midst of the familiar days, he learns from his doctor that he too has AIDS.