Fear Of Faggotry: Growing Up In The Seminary

Fear of Faggotry: Growing Up in the SeminaryI went in after eighth grade and came out seven years later. When I left, I was 21 years old, a virgin, scared stiff. I had never met a Jew; I had never been on a date; most of my cultural heroes had Saint affixed to their names.Sometimes, the seminary seems almost like a dream, something I must have made up from mostly whole cloth. We never went home for Christmas. Our mail, both coming in and going out, was opened and read by a prefect of discipline....