When I moved to New York City 33 years ago to become an actor, I signed up for classes at HB Studio in the West Village. It was January 1993, cold and windy, the kind of cold that makes the city feel harder than it already is, especially when you’re new, alone, and unsure of yourself.
I hate winter to begin with, so traipsing around New York City streets in frigid weather was no treat.
HB Studio was only a few blocks from Christopher Street, one of the most storied LGBTQ+ thoroughfares in America. After my first day of class, I braved the cold that I bitterly hate, and I walked toward it, equal parts terrified and mesmerized…