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He had really been a jerk about it and had obviously said and done homophobic things around it. And I’m just breaking down and just so heartbroken, but also just yearning so hard to have someone who understood and understood what I was going through or even anything queer because nobody in my family was out as queer.
And so on Christmas day, I went to my aunt's house and I just broke down in her apartment.
And I had been suspecting at that point for years that she was, so I finally just asked her, “Are you queer?” I didn’t say, “Are you queer?” I was like, “Are you gay?”
And she was like, “Yes.”
And I was like, “Why did you never tell me?
I love the absurdity of it and the depth of the world he creates with every single character.
Amelia Bedelia
This is a book I send to anyone who feels like they’ve messed up at work or in life. So I started dating non monogamously, and about five or six years ago, I was in this relationship for two years that was really difficult, non-monogamous. By the time I came out, we had no relationship, and I was no longer interested in pursuing one.
And I just thought, “Oh, this is my aunt’s good friend who just pops in every once in a while.” I also knew she had died a few years before that. Harriet the Spy
I like to gift this with a composite notebook to anyone who loves a mystery or who perhaps feels misunderstood. Consider subscribing to the paid plan to get my weekly email of recommendations and links, a podcast episode, and more!
In Larsen’s telling, it’s easy to see how the dating choices of the Ambassador’s daughter, for example, could be a powerful political act as much as her father’s attempts to manage Hitler. But ultimately, I just want to be their cool, queer aunt who lives LA that they tell their friends about.
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I wanted to piece together her final days to better understand her life, but I was not prepared for the chaotic state of her final months.
Perhaps my journalistic approach to her death is a way of coping with guilt and loss, but my investigation has revealed a heartbreaking reality.
My aunt, an educated, politically passionate, older gay woman, died isolated, financially destitute and alone.
Mostly close friends of my mom, but they were people I was around a lot. The Art Thief: A True Story of Love, Crime, and a Dangerous Obessession
This book is very fun and has the thief’s full participation so we get intel on how a hugely successful art thief pulled off so many thefts. Through a beautiful meld of artwork, archival images, and text, she explores how to sit with the guilt of her ancestor’s actions and be active in the present in both owning it, making amends, and finding a way forward with her personal history.
She never told anybody else after that. I am burying myself in books these days when reality feels insane, so hopefully, these offer some fun diversions for you!
PS I just launched some of my designs (drawing is a longtime hobby) on Etsy, including a daytime talk toile and iced coffee-themed design if you need some non-book gifts (especially for yourself).
But as accepting as she is, it doesn’t replace having someone in your life who gets it. Sideway Stories from Wayside School.
Still simply one of the funniest books I’ve ever read. When I post about loving boobs, my nibling feels seen in a way they will never be seen by their mom. During a visit to my hometown, my partner and I took them and their sisters out to bowling and dinner.
It was in this kind of like, “You’re finally asking me. I too mixed up the spellings of “there,” “their”, and “they’re.” Guess what? Lies and Wedding
Hilary Mantel. She is writing a memoir that examines the circumstances of her Aunt Carol’s death to illuminate LGBTQ+ elder isolation, the rewards of family caregiving, and the influence of the beauty business on identity and mental health.
On that historic day, friends colored my newsfeed with celebratory rainbow filters and messages.
Some had no intention of marrying, some were already traditionally or symbolically married, but they were all in agreement that discrimination has no place in our society.
I thought of Aunt Carol’s formative years as part of what I discovered SAGE and the Movement Advancement Project call the Silenced Generation.