September 6, 2022   •   By Yvonne Conza

I thought he meant Republicans. I must have looked confused because he tapped his hand on his heart. And I knew that he knew I was gay and was asking me what gay people want from him. “My people are your people, sir,” I said, and he smiled. “It’s true,” I said. “We are all the same people.”

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