John Hart, a white gay man, writes about navigating race, class, and sexuality while raising his black 10-year-old son.
"Am I the only black person here?" my son leaned over to ask me quietly. We looked around the hockey arena which was filled mostly with men and boys. And indeed it was pretty white. And I didn't get a single ping off my gaydar.
"Am I the only gay person here?" I asked back.
It was a bonding moment for us, a little inside joke, and we smiled in amusement.