Living in a world that fears people like me

Randy Boyd

I use to live under the false assumption that the Americans of my generation were open to falling in love with someone like me.

Which me? Let’s put it this way: when’s the last time you heard anyone say, “I just need to find the right black gay guy with AIDS to settle down with?”

No longer do I live under that false assumption, and neither does my former therapist, at least not since he received an Update from the Unlovable Nigger Faggot.