Posted by Joyce Jacobson in HandPrints Stories & Videos | 12 comments
In My Own Words
© Joyce Jacobson
As a teenager, I wrote in secret, finding it difficult to put my work out there in classes or workshops. If I could not write honestly, I would not write.
I was closeted at work, with family, friends and neighbors. But a closet is too dark a place for writing, though from time to time I used a flashlight, or hid my words under the mattress or in locked jewelry boxes. I wrote in code, knowing the danger of my truth. I read the graffiti on the walls: "Homos go to hell." I heard offensive comments on TV, and anger from guys on the corner. I heard the crude insults hurled at my classmate, Marilyn Feldman, when she voiced her secret. READ MORE: