When I left college in 1989, I was a virgin with corn-fed drive and a terrifying secret. It could disappoint or disgust my family and friends. It could even kill me. But I couldn’t hide from it anymore.
With "The World's Heaviest Briefcase," I escaped on a midnight train from Lima, Ohio to the YMCA on West 34th Street in Manhattan. Being gay had to be easier in New York, even though I was arriving with no home or job.
Right away, a hooker chased me in Times Square, and perverts watched me shower at the Y. I filled payphones with quarters each day, desperately seeking work. Ultimately, I was confronted by my biggest fear when dating my first man – a member of AIDS activist group ACT UP.
Could I really survive in one of the hardest cities in the world? Or would I fail and return to Ohio, back in the closet to find a wife and a lawn to mow.
l i t t l e b r e t t , BIG CITY celebrates finding your own place in the world. Here I recall and salute all that 1989 represents to me. I hope it makes you smile at your own memories from the 80s too.
Been waiting a long time for these stories!! I hope your blog gets into the hands and hearts of those still struggling to find their identity. I know your stories will inspire and bring much humor! Xoxo
ReplyDeleteThank you, Dear Christine. Finally have a lot of these stories stockpiled now. And the book is in its third draft. The time is now. Appreciate your support all these years! xoxo
ReplyDeleteNo one told in those days, sweet and certainly not once the virus began. Not that it matters now, but you could have told me. I would have loved you just as much. Thanks for sharing the beginning with us! I'm ever so proud of you! ~RHONDA
ReplyDeleteThank you for your kind words and your support, Rhonda!
DeleteI just discovered this. May be my newest guilty pleasure. Can not wait to come back and read more.
ReplyDeleteHa! Thank you Jeffrey Newman. I hope you find it worthy to return to!
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