My favorite Assotto Saint story is the one where he boldly marches up to the pulpit at poet Donald Woods's funeral and utters what others in the church, including his two lovers, were afraid to admit in their eulogies of him: that Donald was a black gay man. This story has been retold in print by writers James Turcotte and Thomas Glave.
Assotto Saint, also a poet and publisher, called himself an "impossible black homosexual." That night he certainly was. Kudos to him for such a brave act.
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