As a high school theatre geek in the 1970s, I was priviledged to have several gay friends. Almost all were closeted. It was not safe to come out; even inside the closet, they were brutally bullied. Their tormentors called them fags and called girls like me fag hags. I claim that title with pride.
We lost too many of our brothers along the road. I wish Matthew Shepherd had lived to see this dsy. I wish my friend Don Strothers had not died of AIDS but was here now to celebrate.
Love is love. I don't know much, but I've known that for 40 years.
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