A trend is thus clearly seen in Stallman’s regular political notes, over several years, wherein Stallman re-iterates his position that “adolescents” or “teenagers” are distinct from “children” for the purpose of having sex with adults, and normalizes and defends adult attraction to minors and adults who perform sexual acts with minors.

Stallman’s fixation on the term “sexual assault” can be understood in his political notes as having the political aims of eroding the meaning of the phrase, questioning the boundaries of consent, downplaying the importance of agency in intimate interactions, appealing for the defense of people accused of sexual assault, and arguing for sexual relationships between minors and adults to be normalized.

These searing questions, which invaded me, which I could not help asking, do not undermine or disrespect the ceremony at the Centrale Markthal. They make the need to remember more relevant than ever, the certainty that never again should humanity witness terrible war crimes without demanding accountability, as the prosecutor of the International Criminal Court in the Hague has done. More relevant, also, because those who acclaim Hamas — a murderous, theocratic, misogynistic, oppressive organization that also massacres children and holds innocent hostages — those who share its dreams of ridding the region of its Israeli enemies, would do well to attend memorials like the one I was at on May 4 in Amsterdam.

How could a state that had been founded by the survivors of the Holocaust be inflicting starvation on its Palestinian neighbors? How could its armed forces massacre children who, unlike Max, had nowhere to hide, no one to take them in? How could so many Israelis feel indifferent to such grief and afflictions — an indifference that, alas, recalled how so many Germans (and Dutch people, and millions around the world) had turned a blind eye to the sins of the Nazis?

Intermittent homelessness from an early age is one of a complex cluster of obstacles to reaching old age faced by the queer community that many other demographic categories never have to contend with. Others include elevated exposure to HIV/AIDS and diseases like hepatitis; chronic financial instability; inadequate, inaccessible, or discriminatory health care; and physical and mental abuse from family, friends, and society at large. Yet as the U.S. population ages rapidly, so, too, will LGBTQ community members.

Those of us who live long enough to need help with cooking our meals, washing our hair, getting dressed—activities of daily living, or ADLs in nursing home speak—can turn to our unmarried eldest daughter still living at home (jk), our retirement funds (lol), home health aides (whose services can cost from $13 to more than $30 an hour, times twenty-four hours a day, times seven days a week), or long-term care facilities (funded by health insurance, if you’ve got it, or Medicare and Medicaid, as long as it lasts).

The nursing home industry is defined by the word care, but it is often run in a way that diminishes the humanity of its clients—and not only on the basis of their identity.