I was rebellious, angsty, but also damned crafty: I forged a fake membership card to the local disco by scanning my provisional driver's license, editing the birth date, and laminating the edited print-out opposite a downloaded JPEG of the club's logo from the their website. Tired of being the punchline of my hetero peers' jokes, I desperately searched for a community to call my own.
I started going to gay bars when I was 15.
