Nights of Fury

Homo! Queer! Fag! Freak! Pervert!</p><p>I heard the names. I looked at my enemies. I yawned. Little did my tormentors know I was long immuned to being singled out for violent verbal and physical abuse. My mother had conditioned me well. This monster began her reign of terror over me when I was only three. Yet she and the thugs that followed were dismayed to discover that here was one flamboyant freak who didn't crumble or hide away in a closet. </p><p>By my freshman year in college in l962 I was already married to the handsome college rebel Billy Dragon. He was the first of a long line of sexy complex straight men who would make my life heaven and hell for the next fifty years. Strippers convicts preachers priests Wall Street moguls and wrestlers. I knew them all until September 11 2001. On that date I watched the love of my life Police Officer Devereaux race into the Twin Towers where he perished before my eyes.