We believe homophobia to be the exclusive territory of diehards, the people who wave signs that “God Hates Fags” or broadcast their revulsion through a microphone outside Old Navy on State Street. We label them as “crazy” and quickly look away.
One of the English-language's greatest living playwrights is at the center of a custody struggle between blood family and her chosen family of friends, colleagues, former sudents and a vast network of admirers.
For a college football program seeking redemption after years of underperforming, Te’o wasn’t just their star. He was their symbol. But this Wednesday, Deadspin revealed that Manti Te’o’s “tragic dead girlfriend” story was a hoax.