The Truth Is Often A Mixed Message

I'm 52, Which Means I Don't Really... I Was Never A Person Who Celebrated Birthdays To Begin With. At This Stage, It's Certainly Something That Someone Who Made A Big Deal Out Of Their Birthdays In Their 20s And 30s Kind Of Hangs That Up. Not Because You're Sad To Be Getting Older. I'm Thrilled To Be Getting Older. I Have So Many Friends Who Died When They Were 25 And Would Be Ecstatic To Be Here With Me Turning 50. It's A Thrill And A Privilege To Still Be Alive.

I Do Know This, Though: I’m Done Pretending That The Handful Of Racist Gay White Men Out There—and They’re Out There, And I Think They’re Scum—are A Bigger Problem For African Americans, Gay And Straight, Than The Huge Numbers Of Homophobic African Americans Are For Gay Americans, Whatever Their Color…i’ll Eat My Shorts If Gay And Lesbian Voters Went For Mccain At Anything Approaching The Rate That Black Voters Went For Prop 8.

I Own A Lot Of My House, Because I'm Irish And From People Who Never Owned Anything.

I'm An Agnosto-theist. I Cross Myself On Airplanes. I Pray When I'm Sick. When You're Sick I'll Keep You In My Thoughts; When I'm Sick, I'm Entreating A Higher Power.

When I Was A Kid, And I Was Odd, The Default Assumption Was That I Was Odd, Not That I Was Gay. Now When A Kid Is Odd In A Greensburg, Gay Or Straight, The Default Assumption Is Gay.