Honey, Honey, Miss Thang: Being Black, Gay, and on the Streets
Publication Year: 1996
Published by: Temple University Press
The accounts presented here originated in a research project funded by the National Institute on Drug Abuse (NIDA) of the Department of Human Services under Grant Number ROI DA 05672 while I was a faculty member in the Department of Sociology and Criminal Justice at the University of Delaware. I would like to extend my appreciation to Mario ...
Crumbling brick and mortar, stifling automobile exhaust, gun shot victims lying in the street, the smelly, unwashed flesh of homeless, faceless crowds-these are prominent images of the inner city. For the most part, the social science discourse has emphasized these "darker" and more sinister subcultures of urban life. Researchers have entered the nether world of subcultures to understand the shad ...
I was an active, creative child who knew what I wanted and grew up to be a drag queen and I worked at it. I have always desired men, so I went for them. Other than that, I learned the rest along the way. Every now and then there are regrets. Yeah, there's a few, but my regrets don't come until after my early years. My early years, those are ...
Nothing really happened to me that was significant when I was growing up. I lived a normal life, okay. But I chose this life. I was given the tools. I just didn't use them. I grew up in East Jefferson Heights. There was a lot of loud music and neighbors there when I was growing up, but there wasn't a drug or crime problem. Now it is! 'Cause this crack is taking over. You know even when I...
I know some people say that drugs allow people to cope with their problems. Not cope, but escape from them. It's not a coping situation 'cause you don't cope with your problems when you're high. You just postpone them until after you're sober up. So really it's just a way of...
When I was growing up, I was close to my mother. Because she was the only one I always was around. 'Cause, she was ... I mean, my mother's a very nice person. She's very sweet. She'd give you anything in the world. Anything. She was just heart. You know what I mean? She was...
I was born in a outhouse September twenty-third. I remember 'cause my mother told me this since I been older. She said that she knew she had to go to the bathroom, and when she went to strain to go the bathroom, I came out. My mother said I was underwater and that I would live a long time. She looked down, and she saw...
Publication Year: 1996
OCLC Number: 669519853
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