Near the end of my first year of law school, I started dating someone who hadn’t had to endure the minutia of my father’s life and my efforts to reconcile it with mine. Dan just knew my dad was gay, and I left it at that.

A couple of months after we started dating, we planned our first weekend-long date. We saw some bands play, ate a burrito and biked to his apartment. The next morning, we had coffee in his quiet apartment filled with comic books and light. We headed out for brunch and then hit Reckless Records and Quimby’s Bookstore. It was a perfect Sunday in Chicago.