My biggest triumph is that I’ve found a new family for myself. Growing up, people called me weird, gay, or both. Maybe I am weird. But that isn’t important. I found an an environment where my authentic nature is not antithetical to those around me. I can I be me every minute of my day.

(With regards to the gay community in D.C.) The irony is that so much of the civil rights movement and the philosophies driving racial integration are pushed out of Washington, DC. I’ve never seen segretation like I see it among gays in DC. Multiracial friendship groups are an anomoly, not the norm. That aside, conversations are always a wonderful back-and-forth of vapid (but fun) kiki-banter and educated, insightful discussions on politics and world events.