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COPYRIGHT 2006 Liberation Publications, Inc.
I was 17 when I wandered out of the burbs and into my first pride parade in Chicago. I remember it clearly: Seeing that man with his hands lost in another guy's pants, hearing catcalls from older men. And how can I forget the man with the words DO ME shaved into his back?
Now, as a more worldly 22-year-old, I get the message--our community is diverse. But I...
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