I no longer wish toxic harm on those high school bullies, but I sometimes regret that I let their homophobia damage the chords of my gay voice. It's coming back but the higher octaves have given way to a more seasoned, jazzy baritone.
The movie is garnering much attention because of the extraordinary star power -- not unlike how the celebrity of Hanks helped to propel Philadelphia. But, as with Philadelphia, it is the humanity imbued in a story being told at a necessary time that promises to enrapture audiences.
Focusing on the gay community's exceptional gifts -- our transformational gifts to the whole world -- must form the basis our new cultural paradigm, shaping the self-identities of forever-unfolding new generations of our tribe.
When Oscar Wilde, the great homosexual, instructed us that "Life imitates Art far more than Art imitates Life," he may well have been addressing the New York Times photo of Larry Kramer, playwright of The Normal Heart, marrying his partner David Webster last week.
I wish Larry Kramer would please do me, himself, and people who follow the entertainment business a favor and quit bringing up the fact that Barbra Streisand has not made the film version of his play The Normal Heart.