It's A Hard Thing To

Autobiographical Comics, I Love Them. I Love Them.

My Father Once Nearly Came To Blows With A Female Dinner Guest About Whether A Particular Patch Of Embroidery Was Fuchsia Or Magenta. But The Infinite Gradations Of Color In A Fine Sunset - From Salmon To Canary To Midnight Blue - Left Him Wordless.

But I Read Comic Books. I Read Things Like Richie Rich And Little Lulu.

It's Imprecise And Insufficient, Defining The Homosexual As A Person Whose Gender Expression Is At Odds With His Or Her Sex.

I Don't Know, Maybe It's Because I Was Raised Catholic. Confession Has Always Held A Great Appeal For Me.