Gay pride: We have made progress but the pot of gold is missing at the end of the rainbow

The street was glistening with Christmas lights, and tiny flurries were falling onto our hats as we walked down a picturesque Philadelphia street. It was the end of one of the first “real” dates that I have ever had in my young thirty years of life. We started the night with dinner at a fancy restaurant followed by attending the musical White Christmas.

As we walked down the street, my date …

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