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My Hopes for the Future: A Letter to My Future Husband
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To the man I haven’t met yet, I don’t know your name, and I don’t know where you are right now. But I know who you are. You are a man who remembers—or perhaps yearns for—a time when the world made sense. You are a man who values strength, order,…
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The Loneliness of the Closet and the Joy of Breaking Free
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For the better part of 72 years, I lived in a crowded room, yet I was completely alone. I had a career. I had colleagues. I had friends. But none of them knew me. They knew the character I played—the stoic man, the decision-maker, the one wearing the “heavy armor”…