Point of View: When Did I Get So Old?
Just a blink of an eye ago, I was that little kid in the picture, blowing out candles on the sports cake that was so not who I am. But that’s how they treated boys in the Seventies. We were all little athletes in training, ready to grow up into big manly sportsing men. Boy, did I miss the mark. Even then, I knew I was different, but I didn’t have the words for it. I was on the cusp of my teen years, but there was nothing in my little suburban world to prepare me to be a gay … Read more