It wasn't a secret that I was gay. I'd come out to my parents during my junior year of high school, on the day that I also wrecked the family car.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Remember that I was out of the closet at the age of sixteen. My parents knew I was gay; I'd had to tell them.
I came out to my parents as gay, and then I realized, you know, four or five years later, that I wasn't really happy, no relationships were working, and there was something missing in my life, and you know, I was doing drag, performing and stuff, and I realized through that arc that I was much happier doing that.
Deep down, my mom had long suspected I was gay... Much of her anger and hurt came from her sense of betrayal that she was the last to be told.
I have lived my life very openly, and have never hidden the fact that I am gay!
In the '50s and '60s, the life of a gay man was a secret. Homosexuality was illegal, so you didn't draw attention to yourself.
I was a closet straight. I think I wanted to be gay because I thought it was arty and interesting. And also, I was phenomenally shy with girls.
I'm not sure when I first knew that I was gay.
Finding out that I was gay when I was older was a shock and a disappointment.
I always knew I was gay. I always knew that somehow it would work out.
Discovering I'm gay just sort of happened much later in life.