So. Mickey as an unofficial and entirely involuntary role model for South Side queers.
Thing is, while Kev’s assertion that ‘no one cares who you bang’ largely seems to hold true, I still can’t see it not causing at least a tiny bit of stir when the news first hit. You know, in general everyone just seem to know a lot about everyone else in the neighborhood, and maybe they know an extra lot about the Milkoviches because they’re pretty damned dangerous, and you’d do well to stay both informed and clear of them. Now, Mickey is the neighborhood thug of his generation: the son and likely successor of a violent and homophobic Nazi, so him coming out as gay at his son’s christening is… Well. Word gets around, is my point, even if most people are too busy with their own shitty lives to pay too much attention to Mickey’s, beyond a wry observation or two.
Except some do pay attention. Some keep all this in their hearts and think about it often.