Savage Mafia Prince

Micah

H e’s laughing. My brother, who had a gun in his hand barely a week ago, is laughing. At a gay fucking movie.

I knew it was a risk putting on The Birdcage , but he’s been on this super intense kick of doing “normal” things for the past few days. So, I’ve been trying to accommodate him. We cook food and watch TV—he’s never even heard of Love Island —and go for walks in the evening to stop him getting an embolism from sitting around all day. Also because his jittery energy was really starting to grate my nerves.

It’s all lulled me into a false sense of normalcy, and I decided to push the boat out by making him watch the godfather of all gay movies. Maybe as a test to see how much of his father’s homophobia has seeped into him over the years and how much of it is just surface-deep.