By Dan Savage
April 4, 2008
I thought I could bang out a column today—a regular column, a column about my readers’ problems and their freaky fetishes and all those asshole politicians out there. You know, the usual.
I opened my laptop and started reading your letters. I love reading your letters—I do. But I couldn’t get into it. I’m disappointed in myself. I write this column at Ann Landers’s desk, for crying out loud, and the old lady banged out a heartbreaking, truncated column when her marriage collapsed. If Landers could bang one out under that kind of emotional strain, then I could damn well bang one out, too. Just do it, right?
My mother died on Monday.
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April 4, 2008
I thought I could bang out a column today—a regular column, a column about my readers’ problems and their freaky fetishes and all those asshole politicians out there. You know, the usual.
I opened my laptop and started reading your letters. I love reading your letters—I do. But I couldn’t get into it. I’m disappointed in myself. I write this column at Ann Landers’s desk, for crying out loud, and the old lady banged out a heartbreaking, truncated column when her marriage collapsed. If Landers could bang one out under that kind of emotional strain, then I could damn well bang one out, too. Just do it, right?
My mother died on Monday.
full article
PFLAG companion article
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