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I used to think that if my life were a Kevin Smith movie, it would be Clerks—a cynical, vulgar, low-budget affair in which I would spend my days alienating customers and children with my various biting remarks. In the spring of 1999, my life did become a Kevin Smith movie, but not the one I imagined. Instead of convenience stores and Star Wars references, I got lesbians and comic-book geeks. I was Chasing Amy—which is to say that at least a few years of my life were donated to a lesbian’s experiments in heterosexuality. And though I take the luxury of kissing and telling for granted, it’s not so easy for many gays here in the United States, let alone in the rest of the world. Imagine being one Lupita Sequeira, who, as a Nicaraguan teenager during the Sandinista insurgency, had to disguise her sexuality from her parents—while making Molotov cocktails in her bedroom. Hers is one of several stories of undercover relationships and coming out under a revolutionary regime in Scottish filmmaker Lucinda Broadbent’s 1991 documentary Sex and the Sandinistas. As is perhaps to be expected, the tales don’t all end happily: By the time the film was made, the Sandinistas had lost power to the UNO government, and the revolution—political and sexual—was over. The film screens at 9 p.m. on the Black Cat’s Backstage, 1811 14th St. NW. $5 (proceeds benefit Visions in Feminism). (202) 667-7960. (Chris Hagan)