No, I Don’t Want to Take Your BeeKeeping Class
The perils of well-meaning people giving you presents you don’t like
My beloved ex Honey, was the kind of person who had enthusiasms — many of them were mine, too. Until they weren’t.
We loved photography. Paris. Cooking. We loved unearthing gay history. We loved a good picket li…
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