St. Paul, Minnesota (1965)
Talk about the perfect doll for a little gay boy!
My father was dying and pleaded with my mom not to buy me that doll.
Luckily for me, my uncle had overheard my request and he wrapped it and hid it under the tree for me.
I was so excited on Christmas when I unwrapped the "Brudder" doll - I couldn't pronounce brother - and it was the best Christmas ever!
"Born This Way: Real Stories of Growing Up Gay" book
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