Wilson Cruz looks toward future after show cancellation

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.

Prayers for Bobby

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.

Gay Pride

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.

Latest journal entries.

narconut's picture

a poem, i think

I wrote this in my philosophy class the other day. Just pondering life and it's meaning. Dealing with my depression and such.

Caffeine, Nicotine, and Caffeine.
Black shirt, White shirt, Black shirt.
Everyday is the same.
Like the sun rising and falling.
Hotwired like my Volvo;
I've forgotten how to feel.
I've forgotten how to peel,
The layers back.
And spill my guts onto strangers.
They say strangers have a story;

niblet's picture

The moment of truth...

...has arrived. I took the little orange card they gave me two weeks ago and walked into the Health Department with my head held high. I marched right up to the counter and the woman just looked at me.

purplefish's picture

My Fabulously Exciting Life:

Since yesterday I have:

Been splattered with scolding tomato juice,

Chased monsters with a rolling pin,

Turned up to a convent in a black denim mini and a pair of purple fishnets (this was not my fault no one said it would be a convent),

Humiliated myself in front of my entire peer group (this seems to be a daily occurrence now so I wouldn

dazed and confused's picture

off topic rant

AARGH! Ok, this has nothing to do with being a queer youth, but I HATE GROUP PROJECTS!!!

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hol's picture

some people... (walks away shaking her head)

Sometimes you really piss me off.

ashley's picture

Hey! Where is everyone?

Hey! I'm Ashley and I have dredlocks. I don't know what else to say. I live in "Brew City", WI. ( milwaukee, for those who don't know, now you know!) I'm nice and single and don't know where to look for other "family" members. I'm still in the closet but have the door half way open.


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