Why did kids in junior high decide that having a small tag on the back of your shirt necessitated getting into a fight about your sexual preference. I speak of “fag tags“. Remember getting a shirt for your birthday or christmas… your parents face searching yours for signs of gratitude and instead finding barely disguised horror.
“I can’t wear this, only a fag would. How can you guys be such… fags.”
Good times… good times.
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Eric Brightwell is an essayist, rambler, explorer, cartographer, and guerrilla gardener. He lives in Los Angeles, not because he was born here, but because he chose to... for all of the things for which its famous: its verticality, its mass transit, its diversity, its schools, its liminal spaces, its architecture, its wildlife, its museums, its night markets, its cinemas, its theaters, its enclaves, its restaurants, its bars, its libraries, &c
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