In 1969, I was 20 years old, lost, and desperate for approval when I fell prey to a New York City cult that promised to redeem me from my sins. “You’ll go down in history as our first female conversion,” they said, offering to make me their poster child. I resisted. Hard. But they convinced me that to be my best self, I could not be gay. I succumbed. With gratitude to the cult and its leader, I announced myself changed. An official heterosexual. In doing so, I set in motion years of confusion