This really spoke to me, though in a slightly different context. A few years ago I hard to part ways with some friends because they did not believe a friend who had come forward about an assault. I was so horrified by these friends' sex shaming and victim blaming behaviors, and it did cause me to rethink my impressions of them. I haven't spoken to any of them since. But I still love them. I still hold the memories I have of New Years Eve parties, plays we acted in together, Fourth of July Barbecues and late night gossip sessions with these former friends so close to my heart. At times, with distance, I can even move beyond my feelings of moral outrage and feel sympathy for them and how they might feel about the decision they made. I know it's not exactly the same, but I feel the same way about some friends and loved ones who have been homophobic or transphobic in the past too -- and it feels so much more healing and hopeful to remember the real love that was there, and mourn the loss of it, rather than to pretend all that time we spent together wasn't real.