“I was walking in Greenwich Village, just on the edge of Chelsea in New York City, on a humid summer night when a car slowed down on the other side of the street and two men inside screamed out “faggot!” The impact of the word forced me to tense up. The street was empty. The hour was late. I could feel my heart start to pound and the adrenaline build. I thought if I turned around and cut back to where I came from, I could get away from whatever might happen next. In making a move, I watched from the corner of my eye as the car idled. The next second, it pulled off in the opposite direction, laughter trailing behind. That laughter stayed with me for months….”

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