i love my dead gay son
White man awakes in a startle, rousing his husband: “Honey, I just had a terrible nightmare. I was at the co-op to buy eggplant because Sonja and Erik were coming over and I forgot to bring our green reusable canvas bags!”
His is husband releases a barely audible sigh and assures him that they’d never forget their bag. “Never ever,” he says as falls asleep.
To be on the safe side the man resolves to get a new one just for the car, in case he needs to make any quick trips to the store after he leaves his office.
As he settles back into bed the camera pans out. It scans their large loft apartment with exposed brick. It moves past the Ikea couch and a pile of magazines and into the kitchen until it spots a green bag hanging on the pantry doorknob. It zooms in slowly as the dawning sun brightens the room just enough to read:
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