The White Horse
In the Wake of Orlando
Yesterday morning, after waking up next to my partner and dog, I checked Facebook. It’s a bad habit. One I’m trying to break, but everyone was still asleep, so I hit the blue app open. I scrolled through photos of D.C. Pride – all my friends were smiling, adorned in their gayest/queerest/cutest outfits, bright colors, and of course, glitter.