I was born on the day of the Stonewall riots, June 27, 1969, so my life is an individual history of the 40-year-old modern gay rights movement. What makes my story particularly representative is just how conventional my life has become.
I grew up on a farm in Pennsylvania. My parents were liberal college professors, but I was aware in high school — in the 1980s, when AIDS had no treatment and hatred for gays reached a fever pitch — that they wanted both of their boys to be heterosexual. Logically, it seemed to be the only path to a happy, successful life.… Seguir leyendo »