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.
OMG...that's all I have to say. J'nR.
so i have the WORST seat in freshman English class. i adore the class, i adore the teacher (he has a "straight but not narrow" sticker on his wall, extra bonus points for him), but the people i sit next to cancel all of that out.
"hey faggot, are you gay?"
"no, faggot, are YOU?"
"nope, just checkin'."
As I slowly begin the task of "coming out" to my friends, I have come to realize my situation of being one of the single people who have, not once, had a significant other in their entire lives.... let alone been kissed...
ok, i should add something to my last post. it does mean something, just not in a relationship way. no commitment or attachments. but she does care for me as a friend
Grarl! I hate being in the closet. I hope that my High School will have a Gay Straight Alliance. If not I am gonna have to start one. I hope there are other queer people there also, because who would join if there wasnt.............. ugh....