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.
Thats really the only good thing about snow. We got 30 bloody inches, plus whatevers left from previous storms. Most of the heaps are taller than I. Fun fun fun. Usually I just babble, and I have a lot to babble about, but-I just don't feel like it. Odd, very out of character. Oh well, toodles for now!
Is there a quick, natural, healthy, way to lose weight? I mean no excercise, no diet pills, no dieting, no liposuction, something natural! Let me know...I'm tired of running a mile everyday. I need the 8 pack and all the other good stuff....*nudge**nudge**wink*.
Fuck me.
Just when I am a superwoman of productivity, the whir of things getting ticked off on my to do list resounding in the ears of humanity, I get a pie in the face of Prime Minister proportions.
One long email to my thesis advisor, begging for insight, which was actually clarifying my thoughts on stuff, eaten my IE browser.
Bastard computer. ^@%$#^%@#
~hol
Well, The Day started out with me argueing with my landlord. setting me off into a spiralling bad mood. At work recently i got a new "corner cube" (similar to a copertae corner office) and then sometime during my day off yesterday management decided that the extra sace could be used to store items from the flood ravaged section of my workplace. Now I feel like I am in the Movie "Office Space" If thet come for my stapler... I know its over...
Hey y'all, this is reflections. Nice to see everyone around again. Haven't been on the site in a while, but I'm back, and I've got some stories to post. Will do that soon.
I also joined a gay youth reading group, and as soon as we get started, I'll begin posting what books we're reading, and what we think about them.
peace and love, tere