The same spirited moves I’ve done since childhood–the dancing that made me a cheerleader (and fag)–are now called “street dancing,” a cool unisex craze for kids today.
The “young, gay and horny” behavior that made me “sick” to my peers now gets equal time with the “young, hetero and horny” behavior on MTV.
By living long enough to witness subsequent generations, I see their behavior in my own and think: The first half of my life, I lived in a world where I felt wrong for being who I am. The second half, I’ve realized: There’s nothing wrong with who I am, and the world is catching up to understanding that same idea.
—from Halftime Show, an essay that appeared in the April 2008 issue of Poz Magazine