Why I march for Pride
It’s 4pm and time for a shift change. My restaurant manager, Norman, sidles up to the waiter that’s just walked in to take over from me. Eric is on night shift tonight. Eric is openly gay. For some reason Norman is fascinated by gay men. He brags about wine dealers that flirt with him, and always makes a point of just how cool he is with it all. His fascination reminds me of a child peeking through a parent’s fingers to look at something they’re not supposed to see. His enthusiasm reminds me of the sensational stories they’d tell their… Keep Reading