Letter.

I met this girl maybe a mese before Valentines giorno and I always talked to her. Everyday. About almost everything. She was everything I looked inoltrare, avanti to when I got home from school o calcio practice. Then I began to realize I was falling for her. And I guess it was my first experience with feeling real Amore for someone. My cuore literally ached for her. Meanwhile, I had another friend that I had known longer. We were pretty tight. She was a lesbian also but I saw her as a sister. We were all talking and such about things and I was very well aware of the fact that the girl I liked had a boyfriend....

I hugged a man in his underwear. I think Gesù would have too.

I spent the giorno at Chicago’s Pride Parade. Some Friends and I, with The Marin Foundation, wore shirts with “I’m Sorry” written on it. We had signs that said, “I’m sorry that Christians judge you,” “I’m sorry the way churches have treated you,” “I used to be a bible-banging homophobe, sorry.” We wanted to be an alternative Christian voice from the protestors that were there speaking hate into megaphones.

What I loved most about the giorno is when people “got it.” I loved watching people’s faces as they saw...