Milton, please spare the Don Cesar, a place that holds bitter-sweet memories for a gay man

"I told my friends we were going to Florida and staying at a pink hotel. I should have known better. They mocked it as being 'so gay.' Little did they know, and little did they know how that cut like a knife."

"Those years were among the worst of my life, coming after my dad's sudden death and while I endured a priest's grooming and overtures, my mother's verbal and physical abuse..."

"I only remember a few things about those trips since those days were mostly dark, shoved back into the deep recesses of my mind."

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