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Chapter 12

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JULY 1996: “I don’t like those queers, but they’ve been good for ya’. Before them you were just sitting in your room like a piece of fungus growing on the wall. You need structure, you need activity. Just like your sister with soccer and violin. Doesn’t mean I like those queers.”             Mother did not hate Jahn and Mark because they were gay.             “They’re arrogant queers. They act like you’re a nobody if you’re not a model.”             But weren’t most non-models nothing but nobodies? (Sorry for the quadruple negative.) I didn’t respect the blue-haired 60-year-old night clerk at WaWa, a duct-tape-wallpaper-person (though for all I knew she worked there to pay for her dying husband’s palliative care.)             Most ordinary people seemed bovine ...