When I was a child, I loved to visit my Uncle Butsie and my Uncle Arne. They lived in New York City and they took my family to exotic restaurants. My Uncle Butsie was a music impresario and spoke several European languages. It wasn’t until I was a teenager that my parents told me that my uncles were gay, and that Uncle Arne wasn’t my real uncle.

No one in our family talked out loud about Butsie’s sexual orientation. Despite the fact that he lived with Arne for over 50 years, until he passed away, his sister (my grandmother and her younger sister) were always trying to set Butsie up... Read More