I took my first spring season run the other day…finally! The sun was shining, the air was crisp, and my running shoes were just begging for some asphalt action. With each proud step I embraced the clarity and the solace that running gives me.
Spring is a time for new beginnings. The air becomes warmer so the plants can return to life. The smell of spring hits our noses, as the world seems to wake up from its seemingly endless slumber.
I will never forget the sound of my doctor’s laughter when I asked her for something to stop me from crushing on people. I had this unending want to connect with people romantically, and as I was being raised in a culture of slut shaming, I was sure that “the want” meant something was wrong with me.
While many people will be celebrating the death of Phelps, whose name is synonymous with irrational hate and vitriol, I think that today the world lost someone who did a whole lot more for the LGBT community that we realize or understand.
