Thirty years since finally breaking out.
Thirty years ago I would have NEVER even entertained the possibility that I would be MARRIED to a man.
Thirty years ago I was an adolescent in an exciting new world, full of possibilities and infatuations and thrills and disappointments and joys and sorrows. A time that I cherish still. (The details, I've written about in my memoir which you can refer to in the sidebar.)
Last night I had a dream about an old gay man in his eighties...not much else to say about that.
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| Circa 1985 |
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| Circa 1989 |
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2 comments:
So glad Gay Pride Month coincides with my birthday month. Happy Pride! We stepped into the light around the same time (a few years difference). But then I'm SO MUCH younger (in my own imagination).
I know how that "younger in one's own imagination" kind of works...except for mirrors and pains.
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