We Stopped Being Invisible

Every day when I walk out of my door, I take a deep breath and prepare myself to be stared at. Strangers examine me from head to toe to determine…

A Year After Pulse, We Are More Than Survivors

I still remember the metallic taste in my mouth when I first heard about the Pulse night club shooting. I was sitting on my couch, hung over from DC Pride,…

My Mom, the American Hero

For the past few weeks I have been thinking about your journey through life, Mom. I know that there are lots of things I don’t know about you, lots of…