I wore a woman's antique fur jacket to my high school junior prom.

Perhaps there is no agony worse than the tedium I experienced waiting for Something to Happen.

Coming out is a means of redefining oneself, of claiming membership in a lifestyle and a social order with distinct values. Chief among these values is honesty.

Proclaiming a sexual preference is something that straight men never really have to bother with.

My reasons for declaring a sexual preference had to do less with the pursuit of personal freedom than with the lust for pure shock value.

My gayness became quietly accepted and, shock of all shocks, life went on.

I had been found in a mud puddle at 4:30 in the morning.