As I stood out in front of the Supreme Court, I walked around all the anti-gay protesters and knew that I had to get away before I would lose my shit in front of them. One particularly goaded me, and I told him that I would rather live in the depths of his hell than be thought of as a fucking asshole. Of course he was waiting for it. They always are. He told me that my parents were terrible, that if they’d done their job I wouldn’t be in front of the Supreme Court, that my father wasn’t a real Christian minister because he would have beat the shit out of me by now, etc. I should have walked away long before I did, but eventually I said, “your God is too small…”
And walked away.