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Harold took the stage. He looked at Mara, standing nervously by the punch bowl, her hair pinned up, wearing a simple black dress she had made for herself. “No,” Harold said, softer now

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The turning point came on a Tuesday night. The center hosted a “Queer Craft Circle,” a clumsy attempt to get different letters of the acronym in the same room. A gay elder named Harold, who had survived the AIDS crisis, was trying to darn a sock with arthritic fingers. A non-binary teen named Alex was painting a denim jacket with strawberries. A bisexual woman was trying to fix a strap on her combat boot.