For a time, I was enraged at an extended family that knew perfectly well what was going on, but chose to look the other way, because it’s easier to ignore the elephant in the room, even when it’s practically stamping on your head.
The first time he slapped me across the face, it seemed almost reasonable.
“I know it’s not true,” you say, “but sometimes I think no one really loves anybody.”
As a gay male, I don’t have the right to male privilege. Male privilege is straight male privilege.