EDITOR'S LETTER
May 18, 2021
3 minutes
Tracy E. Gilchrist
person I (knowingly) met was a former classmate of my mom’s (they attended high school in the ’50s during the rise of McCarthyism and birth of TV). I was maybe 7 when we ran into him at a restaurant in Connecticut. Afterward, I asked my mother what “gay” meant. She replied, “It’s when a man loves a man, or a woman loves a woman.” It was the ’70s, and not
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