By the time I graduated high school, I earned an A in Haters 101. I was never born with that inner desire to fit the mold, so I was largely accustomed to the haterade the cool kids threw at me as I walked by in my JNCO jeans and black lipstick.
For a while now, I have tried to avoid award show commentary. This year’s Grammy Awards ceremony reminded me of why... I was distracted by a different self-proclaimed ally to the LGBT community.
I'll never forget the first time my longstanding crush finally asked me out on a date. At last, I thought, our club-side cigarette breaks were finally going to pay off. I was thrilled.
