By Jeff Walsh
Truth isn't stranger than fiction for Wilson Cruz.
When Cruz portrayed Rickie last year on the acclaimed-albeit-canceled television show "My So-Called Life," truth doubled as fiction as he brought his own painful and sometimes repressed memories of growing up gay to the screen.
The show was lauded by critics for its honesty and willingness to talk about real issues concerning teenagers. And as many television shows spent the holiday season making oh-so-hip references to "It's a Wonderful Life" while showing family togetherness scenes that would make Newt Gingrich feel all warm inside, My So-Called Life told a bitter truth as it followed Rickie, who ran away from home before Christmas because he was having problems with his sexuality.
A new book examines a gay son's suicide, and his mother's new life.
By Jeff Walsh
Bobby Griffith's four-year struggle with being gay and trying to live a Christian life ended on Aug. 27, 1983.
On that day, the twenty-year-old California man backflipped off a freeway overpass in Portland, OR., timing his leap so his body would be struck and killed by an oncoming tractor-trailer.
By Jeff Walsh
To this writer, gay pride always seemed an uneven mix of sex and politics. But that all changed when I went to the 1994 Pride Parade in New York City. I had written against gay pride parades before attending that event, but my viewpoint changed when I saw the school bus come down the street.
It's all kind of surreal now, so I don't know if it was a real school bus. For some reason, I think it was a fake float made to look like a school bus. In any event, the float was sponsored by the Hetrick-Martin Institute, a gay city high school.
Right so you've all forgotten me, a posted a few lameties about a year ago then got confused changed my mind and vowed never to do so again. However, I am now confused and have changed my mind again. Life, eh?
So there's this girl... "I've heard this one before" you say. Yes, you have, but I have no one to turn to again so you'll just have to put up with it.
To summarise my current feelings, I'm probably bisexual, but I only want to end up with a guy. For various reasons including kids, marriage, convenience blah blah blah heard it all before.
Ever since my parents found out about the life I was living behind their backs, things have never been the same. My mother and I have always had a wonderful relationship. I share much of my life with her; I always come to her for advice, as well as comfort. My father however, I can't say the same.
I had yet another dream about being pregnant last night. I've been having them for a while and they've gotten more and more real every time. The first one was a month or so ago and very surreal, I was in my house and super pregnant, but it turned out that you can take out a baby and put it in the washer, and thus take a break from the pregnancy. I did but I forgot to put the babies back inside me and there ended up being a bunch of babies and tiny body parts poring out of my dryer, and I was hysterical, screaming for my mom to help me. It was terrifying.
If the link doesn't work, it's called same love by macklemore.
"Princeton student attempts to be 1st openly gay climber to reach Seven Summits"
She said she doesn't want to live with me next year.
Actually, she said that her mother and her psych people have recommended that she either live by herself or with the boyfriend, because that's "a more stable relationship."
But... if you choose to do so, here's some good --- and very light-hearted --- advice: :)