One thing I loved about the family dinner was the open discussion about TK’s addiction. There wasn’t any hiding, any attempt to sanitise it. There were kids present - cousins, nieces, nephews - and they know about TK, know this about him.
And I just love that they have never, not once, treated TK’s addiction as some kind of failing or flaw. No judgement, no comeback, no attempt to “protect” younger ears by skirting around it. This is their Cousin TK, their Tío TK, and he doesn’t drink because he’s sober. We love and support him in this and they can understand that, same way they can all understand and accept that Tío Carlos loves Tío TK
can we take several minutes to a life time to appreciate how a black trans man is officiating a biracial catholic/jewish gay wedding like this is so unbelievably beautiful i can’t stress enough the importance of this.🏳️⚧️🏳️🌈
TK: Okay but it took awhile but we are already for the toast.
Owen: What did you do that took so long?
TK: I got everyone ready for the toast.
Carlos, walking over to the father and son: Hey, do either of you know why all of our guests have pieces of toast?
TK: For the toast.
Carlos: I love you.