To Change, To Convert? Why Bother?

Old Friends Die On You, And They're Irreplaceable. You Become Dependent.

During The Second World War, Evacuated To Non-jewish Households, I Encountered Christianity At Home And In School.

I Was Not Allowed A Physical Lover. Falling In Love With Love Was The Best I Could Get.

I Was Not Comfortable Worshipping Another Jew.

I Was Certainly Open For Something Being On The Edge Of A Nervous Breakdown, Perplexed By My Own Sexuality. I Was Gay.