How Did My Story About an Abused Gay Teen Draw Waves of Anti-Trans Hate?

Actually, I just made that up based off OG, which I get called a lot because I’m old. (61 in the gay male world can feel more like 161!) OQ is my little joke, but I’m not really kidding. When I joined Queer Nation in 1990, I was among the first people anywhere to start actively reclaiming a slur so hurtful we often winced trying to pronounce it. I was scared shitless at my first Queer Nation march. I’m a very small person, and violence terrifies me. But I was out on New York City streets chanting, “We’re here, we’re queer, get used to it!” I was hemmed in by phalanxes of NYC cops with hatred in their eyes, billy clubs out, and a reputation for brutal violence. Every fiber in my body screamed at me to grab my friend Brad, yank him by the hand, and run like hell until we were both safe. <a href="https://medium.com/prismnpen/how-did-my-story-about-an-abused-gay-teen-draw-waves-of-anti-trans-hate-3712467a61c2">Click Here</a>