From the Los Angeles Blade by Troy Masters:
I was an ecstatic 12 year old when I picked up a Tiger Beat magazine in 1973 and read David Cassidy’s concert schedule. He was set to perform in Nashville.
Mom was getting her first hints that her son was a tad nelly as I continued my ranting obsession with David right up until concert time.
“Troy,” she said, “you’re supposed to like girls.” My sister chimed in with deliriously gleeful agreement.
I felt exposed and stupid. But in a burst of indignant righteousness I exclaimed, “But I don’t!”
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I read this full article earlier today on a different page; thank you for sharing your story. I suspect, given the time frame of David Cassidy's rise into popularity, that you and I are likely not far apart in age. I don't know that I understood as you seemed to, that I was gay. I knew I was different, didn't necessarily fit the norm for boys my age, the only clue I really had at the time is that I tended to admire male singers, actors, etc. I don't believe I was aware that there was a name for it nor that there were others like me. I enjoyed reading about your perspectives both then and now.
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