I remember slipping into Adelaide’s only gay bar at a young age and feeling excited but also so disappointed being the only non-white person in the room.
This was well before the days of social media. I mean, it was fairly reasonable to feel like this – I didn’t see them in lil’ ol’ Adelaide – or anywhere really. When I was around 14 or 15 I really came to accept that I was gay but I still continued to question it a bit: “I’m black, and black guys aren’t gay”.
Byron as a child, with his mum and sister.
