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l i t t l e b r e t t , BIG CITY



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.

Thanks for coming along on the ride...
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  1. Christine KieslingJuly 16, 2020 at 10:50 AM

    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

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  2. Brett HenneJuly 16, 2020 at 12:11 PM

    Thank 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

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  3. CrowitchJuly 16, 2020 at 8:47 PM

    No 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

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    1. Brett HenneJuly 17, 2020 at 9:04 AM

      Thank you for your kind words and your support, Rhonda!

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  4. jeffrey newmanJuly 16, 2020 at 10:14 PM

    I just discovered this. May be my newest guilty pleasure. Can not wait to come back and read more.

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    1. Brett HenneJuly 17, 2020 at 9:05 AM

      Ha! Thank you Jeffrey Newman. I hope you find it worthy to return to!

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