I started to build barriers between myself and others to protect myself.

Because of my father, we are that Shining City on a Hill.

I thought the Secret Service would protect me from the press, but they were at my house to protect me from assassins with guns, not with assassins with pencils.

Dad sometimes patted me on the knee and called me his Little Schmuck.

I've been living a lie all my life.

My adoption was treated as a celebration.

I didn't know if I was heterosexual or homosexual.