EDITORS LETTER
WHEN I WAS 7, my second-grade teacher gave me a booklet called “All About Me,” which encouraged me to write down what I thought I knew about that kid in the Planet of the Apes tee and construction boots. Answering the question “What do you want to be when you grow up?” I wrote that I wanted to be a famous actress. A few years later I began imagining a world in which I starred as the Kristy McNichol character in a Broadway musical adaptation of the film Little Darlings. Fast-forward to the late 1990s and early aughts and I was throwing Oscar bashes in my Hartford, Conn., apartment for my queer friends. Those parties, with rules including “no talking over speeches,” earned legendary status in my tiny community. I’ve yet to…