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The Age Of DiscoveryTwelve years old. Watching the news.
Gay kids being bullied.
Broomsticks and punched fists.
What does "Gay" mean anyway? Why is it wrong?
"YOU BETTER NOT BE GAY!" my dad screams.
I am too terrified to talk, and I don't know why.
Fifteen years old. Summer. San Francisco. Visiting my sister.
Walking through town, on our way to a museum.
"What's with the parade?"
Why are there so many colorful floats around?
She answers my questions, tells me about these Gay people.
They're the first positive things I've heard.
I know I can't stop staring at Sam in class...
What does that make me?
Sixteen years old. Gym class.
I can't stop staring at Sam. Or Jay. Or Tyler...
I throw myself into my religion.
Reading The Bible daily.
I can't talk to anyone about what I'm feeling.
The more I read, the more depressed I become.
I can't focus, can't move forward.
I take a knife to my wrist.
Hold it there.
Press it to my flesh.
A few minutes feels more like an eternity.
Tires on gravel. Dad's
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
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