ABSTRACT
Back in 1968, I remember watching the television show Hawaii Five-0 with my family in Santa Monica. In this cops-and-robbers TV show, the gay guys were always portrayed as loners, child molesters, humiliated perverts, and slimy criminals. I remember being angry about that because I knew it wasn’t true. But what could I say? What could I do? I had my own little secrets to protect. I wanted to take a shower with my buffed-out gym coach. I wanted to sit naked with my best friend’s dad. I was just as angry at myself.
