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This one time, at drama camp, I totally had an exorcism. There may not have been any head spinning, projectile vomiting or crucifix masturbation, but it was still pretty creepy.

It was 1982, the summer between my junior and senior year of high school. After months of begging, my parents (A.K.A. The Dream Killers) had finally agreed to allow me to attend the two-week camp held at Northern Arizona University in Flagstaff. Right away, I fell in with a group of about half a dozen gay and gay-adjacent guys (I mentioned it was a drama camp, right?). Read the rest of this entry →

This one time, at drama camp, I totally had an exorcism. There may not have been any head spinning, projectile vomiting or crucifix masturbation, but it was still pretty creepy.

It was 1982, the summer between my junior and senior year of high school. After months of begging, my parents (A.K.A. The Dream Killers) had finally agreed to allow me to attend the two-week camp held at Northern Arizona University in Flagstaff. Right away, I fell in with a group of about half a dozen gay and gay-adjacent guys (I mentioned it was a drama camp, right?). Read the rest of this entry →

This one time, at drama camp, I totally had an exorcism. There may not have been any head spinning, projectile vomiting or crucifix masturbation, but it was still pretty creepy.

It was 1982, the summer between my junior and senior year of high school. After months of begging, my parents (A.K.A. The Dream Killers) had finally agreed to allow me to attend the two-week camp held at Northern Arizona University in Flagstaff. Right away, I fell in with a group of about half a dozen gay and gay-adjacent guys (I mentioned it was a drama camp, right?). Read the rest of this entry →

This one time, at drama camp, I totally had an exorcism. There may not have been any head spinning, projectile vomiting or crucifix masturbation, but it was still pretty creepy.

It was 1982, the summer between my junior and senior year of high school. After months of begging, my parents (A.K.A. The Dream Killers) had finally agreed to allow me to attend the two-week camp held at Northern Arizona University in Flagstaff. Right away, I fell in with a group of about half a dozen gay and gay-adjacent guys (I mentioned it was a drama camp, right?). Read the rest of this entry →