It’s been 60 years since the founding of The Mattachine Society.
It’s been 41 years since Stonewall.
It’s been 36 years since the publication of The Front Runner.
It’s been 31 years since years since I marched in my first Gay Pride Parade.
It’s been 30 years since I volunteered at Gay Horizons in Chicago.
It’s been 36 years since I committed myself to a psychiatric hospital rather than go to school and face bullies.
It’s been 36 years since I tried to commit suicide because I was Gay and couldn’t deal with the bullying.
I know that progress has been made.
Enough? Not when kids think suicide is the best choice.
