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“Jaime was the only man I ever fell in love with. He was insanely beautiful, inside and out.”
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Jaime Jesus Jimenez, 1963-1995
Story by Guy Berube

Jaime Jesus Jimenez (May 18, 1963 – October 27, 1995). That’s us in 1990, Jaime in front, in Little Rickie’s photo-booth, madly in love. I had just ‘landed’ in New York in 1989 — illegally — and got a gig as bouncer and bar back at The Bar, an infamous queer hangout in the East Village where some scenes of “Cruising” where shot with Al Pacino. I met Jaime on my first shift. It was instant, our connection. Jamie was the first to make a move on me. That fuckin smile did it. “Hey Babe, when do you get off work?” he says. “Wait in line, buttercup …” I replied. That ride lasted 5 crazy years. Jaime was the only man I ever fell in love with. He was insanely beautiful, inside and out. The stories are endless but one that I cannot erase is bathing Jamie at his weakest in the last stages of his illness. That very moment, looking at each other, knowing this was it. I felt something shift in my chest. It was my heart literally aching. Fuck I miss him.