Pride month started as a riot against police brutality at a small dive bar in New York City called the Stonewall Inn.

I used to wear the Armor of God: a white t-shirt-like top and a white boxer-brief-like bottom. I slipped out of them at a Super 8 in Salt Lake City, as 2004 slipped into 2005, never to wear the armor again.

Yesterday, the U.S. Senate decidedly gridlocked on legislation requiring a gun-buyer to successfully pass a background check in order to purchase a gun — an innocuous requirement, really.

In 2002 I elected to get help to “cure” my homosexuality through a so-called therapeutic practice, “reparative therapy,” “conversion therapy” or, as it’s currently known, “sexual orientation change efforts” (SOCE).