Powerful story though not for the faint of heart in current New Yorker

Bryan Washington's story, Waugh, in current New Yorker, is not for the faint of heart or the squeamish and seems a pretty edgy story - unimaginable to see this kind of piece in the NYer in previous generations - but here we are, and it's a powerful piece of writing about an omnipresent but mostly ignored social segment. Washington - a writer I know nothing about, possibly this is his debut story? - focuses on a small crew of male homosexual prostitutes living in a dismal rental in Houston (a city w/ almost no literary profile, as far as I know); BW focuses on one of the men, Rod, who's basically the pimp but also tries to look out for the well-being of the men who work for him and on a young man whom Rod recruits into the crew, picking him up in a shelter and offering some kind of stability in this troubled life. The young man - can't remember his name, all the men have pseudonyms or handles such as Nacho and Google - meets a customer who seems to want more than paid-for sex, and they slowly build a relationship; at the same time, Rod reveals to the young man that he's been diagnosed w/ AIDS - even though he is strict w/ his crew about using protection. Over the course of the narrative, as the young man builds his relationship w/ his "sugar daddy," but with the faint hope that he may be building for himself a normal life, Rod slips into deeper obscurity and in the end disappears from view - like a cinema dissolve, not an expected or typical ending for a short story but somehow exactly right for this material and milieu, where life is short and crude and cruel and hope is dim.