For me to fit in, or even pretend to fit in, I simply could not be out. So I did what any “normal, red-blooded American male” does.
Articles written by: Roger Rosen
I must have been just on the cusp of discovering that in order to fit in I would have to pretend to be someone else.
For me the whole endeavor was like being waterboarded. I knew it wasn’t going to kill me, but my brain told me it might.
I, like so many gay men of my generation, discovered who we are, and how our country feels about who we are, while growing up in the shadow of AIDS.
Why would he just watch Daisy? Until that moment, I hadn’t thought much about her. I mean, she seemed sweet and all, but was I missing something? Was she a better actress than I had previously realized?
I was petrified of the future laid out before me. All I knew was that my life would hemorrhage with secrecy and fiction, that what I wanted didn’t exist, and that a full, happy life wasn’t possible. That was what I knew. That was all I knew.
Dogs. When we first meet them, they seem like such odd creatures with hair everywhere and questionable breath. But soon it becomes clear: to look into a dog’s eyes is to see a soul.
Dear Outspoken Yet Pointedly Anonymous Author of the Now Famous “RelentlesslyGay” Letter: Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Roger. I strive, everyday, to be more #RelentlesslyGay. So you can imagine my excitement when I read your rather unhinged letter to a neighbor regarding their #RelentlesslyGay yard. A yard that disrespects […]