It was early 1985. I was a few weeks shy of my 18th birthday. In a moment of emotional distress, I blurted out to my grandmother: "I am a homosexual." (Yes, I said the H word rather than the G word because I wasn't sure she'd know what I went).
My grandmother, in typically direct fashion, replied, "Well, thank you for that newsflash. I've suspected
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