When I sit down with Don Lemon and husband Tim Malone over Zoom for this cover story, nothing works. The calendar invite never made it to Malone. The video feed is frozen — Lemon can hear me, but I cannot see him. The connection drops. Lemon is somewhere in his Manhattan apartment fixing lunch, and when he tries to talk me through the technical situation, he cuts out mid-sentence. We establish, after some back-and-forth, that he is going to swit…