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Tiny Love Stories: ‘Who I Was Without a Wedding Ring’
A Portrait of Father and Son Growing up in the 1950s, I was an unathletic, slightly effeminate gay boy. In my late teens, I finally became conscious of my “difference.” My father sensed it and tried hard to “shame away the gay.” It didn’t work. At my mother’s urging, my parents attended Pflag meetings (Parents and Friends of Lesbians and Gays).
