When I was a young child my mom decided she’d divorce my dad and live romantically with a woman who prepared and sold taxidermy and owned a coffee shop in town. This was in a little windy portion of the Texas Bible-belt. A good many people in small places like that don’t care for lesbians, or anything queer for that matter, particularly back then. And my mom was not quiet about it either; for a time we lived above the coffee shop, which also served as a popular hangout for the gay community.