A few years ago, I was due to spend the weekend at the countryside home of my then-boyfriend’s family. It was a trip with his friends and their young child in Suffolk – the kind of bourgeois, heterosexual normie way to spend a weekend that was utterly unfamiliar to me. He was my first proper boyfriend after all: the first man I introduced to my mother a…
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