Recently I dropped into a Family Dollar store in Columbia, Tenn., where I noticed a nostalgia magazine by the cash register. Lucille Ball was on the cover.
In his autobiography “Before Night Falls” (Antes Que Anochezca), the late Cuban writer Reinaldo Arenas (1944-1990) wrote about his sexual encounters with nominally straight males in 1960s Havana: “These areas were full of recruits and students, single men who were locked up in barracks or schools and went out at night eager for sex.
I have a confession to make: I missed my hometown Equality Rally for Unity and Pride in Fort Lauderdale. I was on my way south from gay summer camp when I got caught in a massive tie-up that stopped my car for hours — no surprise to all who have to drive on I-95 from Jacksonville and Miami. Looking back, I could have gone to the rally in Nashville, which was close to the camp, or even to the National March in Washington, D.C. Or, I could have gone to the rally in West Palm Beach, had I known about it. But I tried to make it home on time, and I failed.