My brother had the courage to come out in 1978, when equality was still a distant dream.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I remember being young in the 1960s... we had a great sense of the future, a great big hope. This is what is missing in the youth today. This being able to dream and to change the world.
I wish I was a teenager in the 1970s.
I remember when I was growing up. My great wish was to understand who I was and how I fit in the world.
In the 1960s we were fighting to be recognized as equals in the marketplace, in marriage, in education and on the playing field. It was a very exciting, rebellious time.
I'm used to the egos in the 1960s, '70s and '80s where people just expected massive success and thought it was their birth right to be successful.
I've had a life where things have worked out for me beyond my wildest dreams, and my brother's had just the opposite.
My own strong feeling was that the gay liberation movement really got national attraction in the truest sense of the word later in the '70s, in the '80s, and especially in the '90s.
In 1965, I marched for equality.
As a kid, this is what I wanted my life to be. Not in my wildest dreams did I ever dare to dream that it would be this.
Growing up, my parents treated my brother and me with absolute equality.