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“Hey Husband, I’m Queer!”

It’s an early spring evening and I’m sitting on a bar stool while my husband is cutting my hair. My palms are sweaty: so are my armpits, my back, and ankles. I sweat when I’m nervous. I had been preparing for this conversation for weeks. “How should I tell him?” “Hey Husband, I’m Queer!” “Guess… Continue reading “Hey Husband, I’m Queer!”