This Swedish man died twice and came back to life twice.
Assuming I am either straight or gay is offensive, because denying my identity to me is insulting.
“I am getting a life’s lesson about grace from my mother in the ICU. We never stop learning from our mothers, do we?”
The outcome of this night, of any night, made no difference, because he was still going to be “out there.” Walking. Breathing. Doing his laundry.
That’s the other thing about passing. People feel like they’re safe to be homophobes in front of you.
“I’m sorry about everything.” You can feel her eyes on you. “I feel like I’ve done nothing but cause trouble.” You feel her hand on yours and you know that she feels comforted that you are beside her.