"This is the place where queers are born!"
This is the place where it all happened to me, 2245 Bedford Avenue. I was in the neighborhood today. I've avoided this block for 28 years of my life. I don't know, what made me walk down here this afternoon. It bought a tear to my eye to see the building, still standing in the neighborhood. I just wanted to capture a picture of this. The foundation to my lifestyle. They always say it feels good to come face to face with your past. This did not feel good. I felt like that scared little 7 year old boy laying across the lap with my pants hanging down, over that chubby short Jewish man with the horned rimmed glasses. I don't want to talk about this anymore. This is just too much for me. I thought I was ready to confront my past. Apparently I'm not.
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