I Thought Coming Out Would Fix My Life - Then Came My Alcoholism
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06/28/2024 09:40 AM
There's a popular gay movie trope about the douchebag who relentlessly drinks himself into oblivion because he can't accept his sexuality. Oh, how badly I wanted that to be the case for me. In 2014, when I was 20 years old, I sat with my arms crossed and back slouched against a plastic chair in a dimly lit room in Perry Street Workshop in New York's Greenwich Village. Rows of people faced a podium where a frail, elderly Asian man with tiny, circular glasses recounted a life of self-destruction that began with a sip of beer as a teenager. As the man spoke about the disease that swallowed him . . .
