By the time this gets to print, it will be all over. That was a long four years. But, at the same time, it went by incredibly fast.
At the beginning of the Trump presidency, I used this column to write an open letter to the president pleading with him to try to understand the LGBTQ community.
Not that he saw it, or us, and not that he even tried. That’s all over now. But the bruise is still there. For those of us who had to live relatively close to Trump, who couldn’t avoid glimpsing down to the White House as we walked down P Street, crossing over 16th Street on our way to Logan Circle or Trade or 9, the hurt was a bit different.