More than a century earlier…
I sat on the computer one night, reading an article from the newspaper in the town where Matt used to work. The story was about some controversial bullshit over a drag queen hosting a story hour at the local library, and conservative assholes having a conniption fit about it.
“It’s not about drag queens. It’s about promoting a political agenda while using a space paid for with taxpayer dollars. It’s not right.” The picture in the article showed an overweight, pale man with thick glasses, holding a sign that said protect our children. What an asshole.
“Hey, Matt, come and read this article.” I called across the apartment.
Matt entered the room, carrying two plates, each with a piece of bloodcake on it.
“Thought you might like some dessert.” He handed me the
