In 1987 in Turnersville, New Jersey, a conservative slice of farm country where subdivisions had begun sprouting up across old fields, a self-described nerdy, introverted, 17-year-old Scott Wiener — a young Jewish boy whom his graduating class would later dub “most studious” — was about to admit something to himself.
He was gay.
“I always knew when I was younger. There were definitely guys I had crushes on, back to when I was 12 or 13 years old. But I didn’t know what that meant,” Wiener told The Standard. “It just popped in my head one day. I was like, ‘Oh wait,
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