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happened. I was born in South Shields, England, a coastal town notable only for the funny
accent spoken ("Geordie") and as the birthplace of the inventor of the first
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By the age of 19, I was doing my B.Sc in Physics
& Astronomy in London. I was,let's face it, a nerd, but a happy one. Still a virgin,
and I cut my own hair. |
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At the age of 21, I was still doing my own hair,
and still a virgin. I was starting a Ph.D in Energy Management at the University of
Pennsylvania, and dating a born-again Chrisian girl from Harlem, NYC. This photo documents
the only time I had a bear on my back. |
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Only extreme honesty forces me to display this
photo. |
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In the second year of my Ph.D I finally came to
terms with being gay, came out of the closet, found a boyfriend ten years older than me,
and went to a hair salon. My grades plummeted. |
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With my next boyfriend, and my first love, Shaun, I
became a little too radical. Here I am, at the age of 23. I've actually started to go to
the gym and adopt other aspects of the "gay" lifestyle. |
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Here I am with Guillermo, who took the arty photos. By this point, I'd quit my Ph.D and was working as a
research associate at the University. |
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I think, now, at the age of 25, I was between
boyfriends. George Takei attempts to console me. At least I had normal hair again. |
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Aged 27 - moved to San Francisco, working as a
programmer in Berkeley. There's no doubt I'm fully gay now, I guess. Here I am accosted by
Sister Olive of the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence. |
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