The View from the Closet

My father had just come out to me when this photo was taken. It was the summer of 1975 and I was a 24-year-old mother in an unhappy marriage. I can see a mix of emotions on my face. Confusion, probably. Stunned? Definitely. And an effort to smile. This would be my face to the world for decades, … [Read more...]

What Is Your Closet?

Our writing topic this month is 'the closet.' The past few weeks, in the back of my mind, I've been pondering what the closet means to me, how having to be closeted has shaped me, and even what other people's closets look like. Then, last Wednesday, I went to my first Elton John concert. It was … [Read more...]

In Or Out of The Closet

My dad came out of the closet in the early '70's. He was just over 30 years old. It was a gradual process and not one in which he just flung open the door and shouted, +ACI-Ta-da+ACE I'm gay+ACEAIg His coming out was one that happened in stages, beginning with Mom who was appalled, confused and devastated, then … [Read more...]

Why I Write Now

When I was 12 years old, my schoolteacher suggested I enter a writing competition. It was sponsored by the local branch of the American Legion. The prize was a +ACQ-25 gift certificate, for Woolworth's, I think. Academic achievement was a big deal in my family, especially for my father who doled … [Read more...]

My Right to Write

I write for freedoms sake. I write to fully embrace my freedom of expression to freely express the anguish of the closet and the trauma of homophobia, on behalf of myself, my beloved father, and all others like him who were blocked from such freedom. I write because every human being is in theory … [Read more...]