It’s like the constant refrain that I hear: you’re only mistreated because you make spectacles of yourselves. Just stop being different and you won’t have any problems. The trouble is, we are different. We’re not harassed and beaten for being spectacles, but for being ordinary people. The night I was gay bashed in Greenwich Village, all I was doing was leaning on Lenny’s arm, looking up at the stars. And for that I got socked in the jaw.
We shouldn’t have to hide.