Of Mother’s Day and Misogyny

As a gay man, I’ve long been accustomed to being called names, and have developed, as a result, a rather thick skin; perhaps too thick.  Negativity tends to roll right off my back, as if my body were slathered in Vaseline, or–in my case–AstroGlide Sexual Lubricant.  Typically, I am able to greet each and every [...]