Three years ago last Friday, I first said “I’m bisexual” out loud. I was in a Subaru Forester, since sold off as the one asset in my second marriage worth any note. Unlike last Friday, it was frigidly cold in Chicago, and my breath frosted on the inside of the windshield. It was my parenting day, and I had …
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