[1]At dinner last night, an acquaintance visiting from the East Coast was telling me about her spinster aunt, who died at the age of 93. I’m fascinated by stories of women of that vintage, because it was so much harder to be single then. I asked my dinner companion if she knew why her aunt had never married, and when she said, “not really,” a surprising question spilled from my mouth: “Do you think your aunt was gay?” I had to laugh at myself, imagining how MANY times through the years, others have asked that question about me.
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