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He was a spy, a crusader, an obsessive advocate for neglected people and places--yet his work was shaped, too, by an inner crisis.

The author and former marine served the country in the closet. Now, amid Pete Hegseth's anti-L.G.B.T.Q. military mission, Cope White is prouder than ever--just look at his new Norman Lear-backed Netflix show, "Boots."

Scott Johnson's murder case became synonymous with a movement to redress anti-gay violence in Australia. But the evidence that led to a man's conviction has never been made public.

The jeweller turned reverend says he'll rescue the world from destruction. Even Jane Goodall was on board. It's a busy time in the universal-scale-peace business--is he up to the task?

"When Soto went crosstown I couldn't / believe it, the traitor, the bat in front of / that sculpture Judge."

Listen to yourself--you're like a big hate machine!

The question raised by the prosecution of James is: would any other federal prosecutor have brought this case against any other defendant? The answer seems to be no.

The actor and singer discusses the origins of "The Rocky Horror Picture Show," his relationship with David Bowie, and the joy of working with Miss Piggy.

While serving time for murder, Joe Garcia heard Taylor Swift's music and thought of the woman he loved. Last year, they were reunited.

Congress wrote statutes with the apparent assumption that whoever held the office of the Presidency would use the powers they granted in good faith.