Armistead Maupin Tells His Own Tale
In 1989, after I graduated from college, I jumped into my friend Karen’s car and drove west to San Francisco, like many young gay men before and after me. I found love and heartache there, activism and political awakening, friends and what I learned to call chosen family — the people I will still show up for, drop everything for, no matter what. I felt both like I was striking out on my own and following a path that others had taken before me — and to the extent that much of this was legible to me, it
