Then, 30 years after his death, a box arrivedMy father died when I was three years old and my sister was three months. Then, on the 10th anniversary of his death, my mother sat us down and explained the concept of suicide. At 13, I had already known of too many young men from our town who had taken their own lives. I wanted him to come to pick me up from discos, so my mother didn’t have to go out alone in her pyjamas at night to get me. It has also given me a love of men, of their vulnerability and tenderness – traits that we do not foster as masculine or allow ourselves to associate with masculinity.

Source: The Guardian November 04, 2017 06:00 UTC