Oh, the blame and shame game is familiar to me. Growing up as a queer kid in the '50s helped form my perfectionist self. I can only imagine the shame that lingered for years in your hometown after the Kennedy assassination. Time stood still on that day for me and I will never forget where I was and what I was doing when the word came down.

I am grateful for people like you who help me to tell that little boy inside that it's OK, that there have been queer kids forever and they're just fine. Some of the images you post of those men who loved each other long before I was here help me feel strength and pride rather than blame and shame. Progress, not perfection.

PS. It sounds like you've got a great landlord.