The original is posted here. “There’s something on your pants,” Colin told me. I was in front of him as we climbed the winding staircase of his new workplace. I had taken him up on his offer to give me a private tour of the former mansion. Without a second thought, he rubbed away the aberrant dust … Continue reading An Ode to the (Gay) Man Who Loved Me
Yes, there’s been a mass shooting. Yes, we ought to do something. But don’t tell me not to pray. Continue reading I’m Praying for Pulse. Don’t Tell Me Not To.