A Poisoned Nostalgia: Childhood Trauma of LGBTQ+

Today I am packing up to hit the road to visit my parents in the small town of my childhood. This town has been the family home for at least six generations, since before it was even incorporated under the name it now bears. It is also a place of great natural beauty. In fact, when my great-great-grandfather first arrived over a century ago, he wrote these words to his mother back in England: