He was practically sputtering, he was so frustrated. I looked at his tear-filled eyes with confusion. With stupid, naive confusion. He wasn't talking to me, and I didn't know him. We were a group of strangers exiting the warm, transcending world of the theatre before departing on our own separate ways. But I heard him. And I thought he was wrong. That he was transposing his own experience as a young gay man in the 1980s to that of today's … [Read more...]