![]() “And no one captured the feeling of this butterfly world better than a young gay writer named Armistead Maupin.” “There was a new San Francisco being born in a chrysalis in the crumbling shell of the old city,” wrote fellow journalist David Talbot in Season of the Witch. ![]() ![]() Maupin, a Southern conservative who had served in Vietnam, wandered into San Francisco in the late 1960s, when liberation was in the air. Small wonder that such alienating words cause their recipients to seek out people of kinder hearts. “Your Papa doesn’t believe that, but I say the devil is a lot more powerful than we think he is.” “Reverend Harker says that things have gotten so bad in Miami that the homosexuals are kissing each other in public,” reads one letter from back home to Maupin’s Michael Mouse, a young gay man. ![]() There always comes a moment when a family member leans across the table to say something profoundly hurtful to a gay relative. Nonsense, replied Armistead Maupin in a series of novels collectively called Tales of the City. There’s an old saying: You can pick your friends, but you can’t pick your family. ![]()
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