It pained her to tell me I didn’t deserve the same rights she enjoyed. I could see it on her face, the fine lines of middle age on her sympathetic face deepening as she smiled apologetically. I was 18. In my Abercrombie sweater and youthful naivety, I stood on the doorstep of her McMansion asking her to vote against an amendment to the Kentucky constitution banning same-sex marriage. She couldn’t,...
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