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Mom called me late when I was having dinner at Cafe Degas with friends and left a message that said, call me now, it’s urgent. So I called from the table when we were paying the bill and mom was asleep but groggily said this, “Remember R, the woman who was married to ___, when Dad and I moved to that small town for him to be the doctor. Well we’ve talked off and on over the years – about every two years – and she called tonight to say that she is 75 years old and has met the woman of her dreams and is having the time of her life hanging out with her new gay friends. Can you believe it, R with a woman at 75 years of age – being gay?”

I said, “Mom, it’s late. I’ll call you tomorrow. But why do you think they adopted the word gay.” 

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