Happy 38th Our Gay Day, Ingrid. The years without you are adding up, but so are all the gay years we set off on so long ago when we came out together. I didn't expect to have to celebrate the years by myself, but how lucky am I that I still get to celebrate them at all.
Here's to being out--really, really, really out. Thanks to you, and thanks to me.
I miss you, Ingrid. But I'm glad I didn't have to wait until I was an adult before getting to be who I am. And I'm glad you didn't have to wait either.
I love you, pal. Happy our gay day.
Saturday, April 25, 2015
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