OPINION
The places where we found our people
My friends and I walked up the street towards Pepes, Derry’s only gay bar. None of us talking as we relayed the dates of birth on our IDs over and over in our heads, terrified that if we stalled the bouncers would suss us out and that would be the beginning of the end.
I was 15. There was a dull bassline coming from inside the bar. “Date of birth, please?” “April 17, 1987”… meaning I
