When I first told her I was in love with a woman, my mother insisted I had been “sought out.” She spat it like I’d somehow been lured down the wrong dark alley, falling into an untoward lifestyle by way of some demonic, lecherous dyke who could see I was an easy mark. It was Read original article: Read More
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