Even the largest of my dreams and ambitions, I realize with increasing dismay, were puny, measly, compared to the object of my dreaming. I would not say my life to date has been built overmuch of compromise, but still, it surrounds me.
When you're 17 in the suburbs and know only three gay people, holding hands with your girlfriend is a proclamation.
Mamas, don't let your sons grow up to be Cowboys... or Oilers.
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