gay rights

The Last Dance

peter and alex

Tonight I arrived home late and pulled my car into the driveway.  After turning off the engine, I heard the sound of the whirring fan from the upstairs window, informing me that my husband Alex was fast asleep with our pups.  I sat for a moment and scrolled through my Facebook feed, a soft wind whispering to me through the windows of my car.  Noticing that a video of Anderson Cooper in Orlando was trending, I hit the play button and sat back in my seat.  As he read the names of the 49 people who lost their lives in the tragedy at Pulse nightclub, I found myself, for the first time since the incident, sobbing.