About Bradley Manning, I mean. Among what he reveals: most of those folks holding “I am Bradley Manning” masks don’t know what the hell they’re saying. Ever since the story began to break, I’ve felt more and more drawn to it as a writer and, yes, as a queer person (any way you want toContinue reading “Word is out”
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I Ain't Marching Anymore 