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.
I'm so PSYCHED! My band is playing on Saturday! Lalalala! I'm so excited! And we just had a really good practice, and we're opening with my song!
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What was an unmistakable with a first glance was looking at the same sex than he would normally do. Ashamed as he peeked at his tented jeans in the coffee shop, the male waiter walked up with a certain charm asked for any refills. It confounded him as he wondered what it supposed to mean. He gave him a questioned grunt as the waiter smirked with a satisfaction on his face. The server repeated with a giddy answer for the refill of the beer. He shook off the erotic thoughts in his head and nodded an approval for a second helping of beer.
She had a corpse under her bed..she had her fun, but now he is dead....her mama said feed the desire, her brother said throw him on the fire!
I wish it was that easy ^ lol..... I'm listening to Carnival of Souls (Rob Zombie). He is so awesome. Twisted Sister, I was listening to earlier is awesome, too!
What Happened March 12, 2003:
~Joey took both my packs of cigarettes, and my cd "The Eminem Show". I got his necklace.
Ill serve you your food
and you'll start bitching at me for forgetting to give you your frys
Ill burn myself on your coffee till my hands are raw
Ill run back and forth making the customer happy while my boss yells to go faster
Ill try to make out the impossible voices over the intercom while I spill drinks all over myself
Ill clean the tables and the little kids puke
Ill be the janiter and clean up the dirty tampons off the bathroom floors and scrub up the chicken guts stuck in the cracks
My show opens tonight and I had my first breast binding experience last night at the dress rehearsal.
TWO ace bandages and duct tape= PAINpainPAIN.
I've worn all kinds of corests so I didn't think it would be that bad. Furthermore, I'm only a 34 B so how bad could it really be?
I do have to say that even with my chest bound down, I still projected the best in the opening scene.
Meanwhile, our pianst and drummer are dating as an open lesbian couple.
Well, I did it, I came out to my mom...in the car, of all places. We'd been working on wallpapering the diningroom, but took a break to go get some milk from the store. We got in the car and she mentioned that I wanted to talk about something. After a few mumbling false starts, I managed to spit out the pre-thought out "speech" I'd come up with the day before.