I have an altogether different memory of this period. It’s all a blur. I was on the mat trying to see if my sexuality and faith could exist in the same body without making me crazy in the process. That also involved alternating trips in and out of the closet. AIDS seemed light years away from me in Orlando. I don’t mean that I didn’t care — I remember the advent of the red ribbons, the celebrity deaths, etc. — but my attention was focused on more internal challenges.
Thanks for this retrospect and perspective, James.