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When Lesbians Don’t Weep - Pittsburgh Lesbian Correspondents
Early Saturday morning, my friend of 23 years died. He was 41 years old. I received the call Saturday and I cried all the way home from the training I was co-facilitating. Note: co-facilitators come in handy when your friends die. Out of the past four days, I've cried about three hours give or take.