How Weed Delivery Helped Me Come Out to Mom on Her 70th Birthday
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9 min readMay 20, 2019
When I was in high school, Mom picked me up from school two hours early for being gay.
“What are you?” she asked me. “Some kind of queer?”
I flinched. We were driving home in the backwoods of West Virginia, where no one used the word “queer” unless some poor sonofabitch was…