I can't remember a time when I wasn't attracted to other guys. Lucky for me, my little sister had a Barbie Dream House and a stack of Tiger Beat magazines.
|"I loved Abba!"|
In grade school, I hated sports. The other boys used to make fun of me for preferring art class instead of football.
I finally joined the track team, to please my mom and convince my friends that I was somewhat masculine.
Being gay was completely unacceptable in my family in the 1970's.
So I spent my youth hiding my true feelings, and trying to please everyone but myself.
In my late teens, I was wracked with the desire to be with another young man, but had no idea how to go about it without blowing my cover.
Luckily, I had met a gay man when I was 17. He spent the next three years trying to convince me that I was gay, despite my complete and utter denial.
I accepted his invitation to visit California that summer, and landed right in the middle of the gayest place in the USA! I came out at the 1983 San Francisco Gay Pride Parade. I will never forget "What A Feeling" by Irene Cara, blaring loudly from a parade-float full of shirtless men in the middle of Market Street!