After traveling to New York City on Amtrak, I headed for the F subway train, carrying my suitcase and backpack up and down the stairs. I got off the F train at the Lexington avenue stop and followed the signs to the uptown 6 train. The signs took everyone to a narrow broken escalator that looked to connect us to the floor above.  Continue reading

Homosexual Beginnings

As a child, I knew that I was different.  I didn’t care for team sports.  To this day I don’t understand football.  In third grade at recess, I preferred to sit with my friend Billy at the base of a large tree and create a whole imaginary world with sticks and leaves while ALL the other boys in my all-boys’ school played baseball.

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