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30 years ago when I came out to my oldest brother, he was about to be deployed as a chaplain to a Marine battalion. He wrote me back telling me that his heart was heavy - I needed to repent of my homosexuality.

Monday, this former fundamentalist preacher sat on my couch and bemoaned all the "old, white, straight snowflakes" currently running the country who get "butt hurt at the slightest mention of accomplishments of the BIPOC community or women."

Love won.