Somewhere along a forgotten branch of your family tree, there she is.
Somewhere deep in your lineage, there's at least one, maybe two,
maybe even quite a few more whom you know nothing about -- relatives
who, when they were alive, never made a sound or ruffled any feathers,
hidden like thwarted relics, long deceased but right now whispering at
the top of their ghostly lungs straight into your most lucid,
semi-hallucinogenic dreams: "Get the hell on with it, already."
Can you hear them? Can you possibly say there are no closeted gay
or lesbian, radical or repressed relatives back in your family history
-- people who, due to the times and constraints under which they lived,
never in a million years could have lived the life you are now free to
lead, never could have revealed their true selves in public, much less
celebrated that self, much less (heaven forefend) married someone they
actually loved, gender/kink/ideology regardless?
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