Tranarchy in the U.S. | Our Queer Stories | Queer & LGBT Stories
So went my proclamation. The time was late 2003. I was 19. I had been living in my first apartment for less than half a year. I had dark hair to the middle of my back and spikes on my leather biker jacket. I wanted to play bass in a black metal band. A friend of mine knew the only local band to play in that style at the time, and wouldn't you know it, they needed a bassist.