By Jeff Walsh
Truth isn't stranger than fiction for Wilson Cruz.
When Cruz portrayed Rickie last year on the acclaimed-albeit-canceled television show "My So-Called Life," truth doubled as fiction as he brought his own painful and sometimes repressed memories of growing up gay to the screen.
The show was lauded by critics for its honesty and willingness to talk about real issues concerning teenagers. And as many television shows spent the holiday season making oh-so-hip references to "It's a Wonderful Life" while showing family togetherness scenes that would make Newt Gingrich feel all warm inside, My So-Called Life told a bitter truth as it followed Rickie, who ran away from home before Christmas because he was having problems with his sexuality.
A new book examines a gay son's suicide, and his mother's new life.
By Jeff Walsh
Bobby Griffith's four-year struggle with being gay and trying to live a Christian life ended on Aug. 27, 1983.
On that day, the twenty-year-old California man backflipped off a freeway overpass in Portland, OR., timing his leap so his body would be struck and killed by an oncoming tractor-trailer.
By Jeff Walsh
To this writer, gay pride always seemed an uneven mix of sex and politics. But that all changed when I went to the 1994 Pride Parade in New York City. I had written against gay pride parades before attending that event, but my viewpoint changed when I saw the school bus come down the street.
It's all kind of surreal now, so I don't know if it was a real school bus. For some reason, I think it was a fake float made to look like a school bus. In any event, the float was sponsored by the Hetrick-Martin Institute, a gay city high school.
Today I joined a yahoo group for self-injurers. I'm hoping it will help me quit cutting myself. I'm also going my site, with my Wiccan name, Raven. I'm still pissed over yesterday. Kevin had no right to come and say that shit to me. "Joey's just going to go out with you for you to give him head" Well, Joey ignored me, so I'm not going to break up with Trevor for him. Trevor hasn't called me though.
No, not the Zone diet, that doesn't work. Instead, I'm about to enter the writing zone again.
Not sure I've got time to sit and work out the ins and outs of the new system, so this'll have to do for now!
Things are so confusing right now. Those of you who used to read my column "Piccolo.Oasismag" will know that I've been seeing a therapist, but my GP and I talked, and I admitted that I wasn't sure that it was helping. Soooooo, I have to go see a psychiatrist, which is pretty damn scary!
I wrote a little thing about seing my name on the side under "new users" and thinking, "hey, I'm not a new user! I've been around forever..."
But then it disappeared... obviously, despite extensive LJing, I haven't got this blog thing down... oh well.
The new site looks fantabulous, thanks to all the people who put it up, esp. Mama Jeff and Adrian. Much queer love to everyone.
here i am having this sore throat...............went shopping today.....umm, i really need a pair of jeans...can't find a watch i like.......and i'm still coughing from i dunno what
maybe i should turn in early, afterall i promised to have breakfast wif some frens.....then again, when have i ever been on time, lol.
anyway, dun trust mp3 editing programmes. they almost never work....
that some people just have toooooooo much fucking time.
I am waiting anxiously for latest toy to arrive. ... mwahahaha.
Pretty soon I'll have my own arcade cabinet in my living room. Mortal Kombat, Street Fighter, etc etc. mmm.. can't wait.