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In the 1990s, Being the Best Gay Son I Could Be

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In the 1990s, Being the Best Gay Son I Could Be

With my mom at Rockefeller Plaza, Easter, 1992. So many gay men then were dying of AIDS and we wore red ribbons in their honor.

On my mom’s balcony with my second partner following my arrest on Fifth Avenue during a gay rights demonstration. ACT UP and ‘red ribbons are not enough’ were my mantras.
I typeset the program for the first Queens Gays & Lesbians United (QGLU) dinner in Jackson Heights in the early 1990’s and my mom joined me at our table.