In retrospect, it's obvious that my fourth grade teacher was gayer than Neil Patrick Harris during Fleet Week. Mr. Roy introduced me to musical theatre,
positive male role models, and the notion that men can wear color. I didn't realize he was gay until my mom mentioned it in passing while we were
discussing my friend's coming-out when I was sixteen. (Mr. Roy grew up in the same neighborhood as my mom.)
Mr. Roy was the best teacher I ever had, and I think it's partly why I have such an affinity for gay men as an adult. And why I think it's nice when
men wear salmon-colored ties.



















