11.11.19

This isn’t fiction. A man I consider a queer elder lost his husband a few years ago. These guys were kind of my “gay dads,” older gay men who were part of my coming out, men who were kind and encouraging and were safe harbors while I navigated my identity.

The one who died own the house they lived in. His family, after his death, took the house from the surviving partner.

The monsters aren’t always in the shadows.

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