Being a young, tattooed queer person in this hoity-toity world hasn’t always been easy. But I’ve found a way to follow my passion while letting my freak flag fly.
How a dirt-court meetup in Central Park grew to become a vital lifeline during the AIDS crisis and a surrogate family for LGBTQ people to this day.
I was arrested at an anti-war protest, jumped bail and went on the run. That's when my story really began.
My family wanted me to change so badly, I suspended my disbelief and tried to imagine I could.
Convinced a demon was making me gay, my mother turned to exorcism. Years later, her pop idol finally helped her understand.
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