For the naysayers that claimed 'American Family' revealed us to be vacant, unloving, uncaring morons of the materialistic '70s, this image will be proven wrong when Mom and Dad remarry... Make no mistake. This is not to emphasize the sadness of my demise but rather emphasize the love of my family and friends.

I had been found in a mud puddle at 4:30 in the morning.

One result of An American Family was that I became a gay role model.

Sexuality is a private matter; some believe that broadcasting it destroys the very things that make it sacred.

My gayness became quietly accepted and, shock of all shocks, life went on.

I have a lot in common with Lewis Carroll's Alice (my favorite female literary heroine, besides Becky Sharp). I've been sent on a journey to places even bleach can't reach.