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Cable networks like Hallmark and Lifetime abound with holiday movies designed for the whole family to enjoy.

In the late 1990s, Ray and I lived on Baker Street in the Marina area of San Francisco, directly across from the Palace of Fine Arts.

“I am, I said.” Neil Diamond’s voice filled the gay bar in Detroit when I walked in.

The distance from my side of the bed to Ray’s felt huge. I had so many questions before I started scooting.

We so enjoyed ourselves, that what we had anticipated would be an hour easily turned into two.

It was a bit of a lonely, scary and needy time for me after The Michigan Catholic dropped my weekly column because I came out publicly in 1974.