As I was coming out of the closet our car was hurtling over an embankment.
Coming out involves varying degrees of difficulty that are affected by class...
I wanted to end my life so bad and was in my car ready to go down that ramp...
I need privacy. I would think that because what I do makes a lot of people happy that I might deserve a little bit of respect in return. Instead the papers try to drag me off my pedestal.
