When I Was Growing Up

You Can't Live And Write At The Same Time.

It's Imprecise And Insufficient, Defining The Homosexual As A Person Whose Gender Expression Is At Odds With His Or Her Sex.

She Has Given Me A Way Out.

If There Was Ever A Bigger Pansy Than My Father, It Was Marcel Proust.

At First I Was Glad For The Help. My Freshmen English Class, "mythology And Archetypal Experience," Confounded Me. I Didn't Understand Why We Couldn't Just Read Books Without Forcing Contorted Interpretations On Then