Sep 8, 2018 · 1 min read
Holy shit. What a clusterfuck for all concerned. Glad I missed that one. Many decades ago, I was married to a man who died of AIDS. He once introduced me to his ex, who was either transgender or a cross-dresser, and I’ve often thought of writing about the sitch. What always stops me is that I know I would offend some, perhaps even many, because of my initial reaction to everything. Sometimes truth is tough. Often fiction is even moreso.
