When he started reacting coldly to me this week, I assumed he was having a bad day.
I later learn that this manager has been promoted.
And then the complete avoidance of every friendly ritual we have developed over the past 5 years makes sense.
The anointing of a certain brand of masculine authority obviously cannot now be seen to fraternize with a homosexual.
Certainly not with the gay pianist whom everybody calls Sparkles, on account of his joyful demeanor and brilliant wit.
No worries on my part though.
I am grateful for the many others who are proud to claim me, not just in friendship, but intentionally, as chosen family.
Thank you for loving me exactly as I am, and for making me a better person by simply accepting me, without judgment.