Last night, I attended a benefit for a drag queen who had been beaten up steps from where I drank my beer.
She needed money because we don’t allow people like her to have health insurance.
When I was 19, I still believed in God. I prayed nightly and I only asked for one thing. God, please give me one more day before I am murdered. I need one more day to figure things out.
One more day turned into hundreds of days before I realized I was alive in spite of, not because of my prayers.
Last night, I attended a benefit for a drag queen who had been beaten up steps from where I drank my beer.