“STARTING IN THE FALL of 1980, I sequestered myself four mornings a week in a windowless cubicle beneath a Saks Fifth Avenue in suburban Philadelphia. I’d just begun my freshman year at Temple University. The purpose of my voluntary, underground ordeal, which demanded the unusual sacrifice of so much free time? Freudian psychoanalysis. Specifically, I hoped therapy would help straighten my “crooked” sexuality.”
Malcolm Greenlee Farley — Poet, Translator & Cultural Journalist 