I believed I was invincible.
I am now faced with mortality. Definitely not the most generous move.
My gayness became quietly accepted and, shock of all shocks, life went on.
I wore a woman's antique fur jacket to my high school junior prom.
When you've grown sick of reading and bug-eyed from watching TV, when your friends are all visited out, no words can adequately praise the link to the outside world provided by your parents and family.
Perhaps there is no agony worse than the tedium I experienced waiting for Something to Happen.