When I was a teenager, fully aware that I was gay, I was reading - the only things I could read in the library were stories - either novels, which all ended in suicide, death, shame, exposure, imprisonment, or reading biographies of people that ended in shame, exposure, or indeed just total secrecy.
It looked like a pretty grim life for me. I was either going to be some sort of sad librarian in a little university or something - if I couldn’t make it that, or - or I would have to go to some - you know, to Tangier or some exotic place which is where gay people used to go and have a relative amount of freedom.
I could never imagine the results of gay liberation, as it was originally called. You know, Stonewall, the rights there, the rise of gay consciousness and pride and all these things.
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