back), when I worked on Capitol Hill, I met my very first boyfriend. Kurt was from Paducah, Ky., and worked for a fairly moderate Republican at the time, a senator named Mitch McConnell.
We were both in the closet, and I would pick Kurt up in my car at discrete locations. We never really spoke about politics, because it really didn’t matter.
The only thing I vaguely recall him telling me about McConnell was that they put lipstick on him for TV appearances since his mouth is like a knife slash.And, one of my best drinking buddies during that period, worked — um, let’s say toiled for then-Rep.
Rick Santorum. I only knew that Santorum was an absolute jerk because I sat next to him at a dinner on the Hill one night and witnessed his rude and.