When I saw Little Big Man years ago, I had mixed feelings. I almost wished Dustin Hoffman wasn’t in it. I thought it was one of his worse performances, bouncing between clownish and Capital-A Actory, and his character took up most of the time while being the least interesting part of the story. When you…
The New Black
When I first came out and started learning about gay life in the 1990s, I had a couple of eye-opening experiences. One concerned how little cooperation and socializing there were between gay men and lesbians (something I only recently found historic roots for in After Stonewall). The second came from my naive assumption that most…
The gray nun
In thinking of Dan this year, I recalled two of the nicknames he assigned, “snow goose” (when winter came, my nose would start running, and I was soon honking into handkerchiefs) and “the gray nun”. Dan was ordained as a priest around 1950. He loved it, and thrived in the work. He would never have…
