The Irreparable Pain of Being a Gay Boy in a MAGA Family

How can I look bigotry in the eyes when they belong to people I love?

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My grandmother's favorite musical was Wicked.

“Play ‘Popular’! Play ‘Popular’!” I would yell on our carpools to my Catholic elementary school. On the next red light, she would slide in the CD and I would sing my heart out to the…