Something a childhood friend who was gay and died by suicide once said to me feels like a stab in the heart every time I think of it. Bruce was weeping and fell onto my shoulder for support. “I just wish I had a community. You and Colleeen are the best friends I could ask for, Robert, but you’re not gay. I need a gay community.” I felt so helpless, because I had no idea where one was, where I could tell him he could find one. I imagined if, as a Jewish person, I knew not a single Jewish … Read more