When I was growing up, "coming out" to your parents meant exiting the house and going out toward the lawn where the barbecue was -- carrying the platter of hamburgers and franks. There was, of course, a veil over what the term would eventually come to mean, one which has slowly -- thankfully -- been lifted, most specifically as a result of the marvel of the gay rights movement. To witness this progression has been one of the more disarming experiences of my life, as an artist and as a mother. On...
When I was growing up, "coming out" to your parents meant exiting the house and going out toward the lawn where the barbecue was -- carrying the platter of hamburgers and franks. There was, of course, a veil over what the term would eventually come to mean, one which has slowly -- thankfully -- been lifted, most specifically as a result of the marvel of the gay rights movement. To witness this progression has been one of the more disarming experiences of my life, as an artist and as a mother. On...
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