We wear the button-up shirts and dresses of college grads, but on our heads, each one of us sports a tiara. Our hands intertwine our arms fondly encircle each other’s shoulders.
On the steps of the pantheonic building where I attended college and graduate school, I stand with over a dozen close friends. On my phone's lock screen is a photo I draw strength from daily.
The author in the Castro neighborhood of San Francisco.
