In 1995, I arrived in Washington, DC as a fresh faced and doe-eyed twenty five year old. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do for a living, but I thought working on Capitol Hill might be interesting and the big buildings looked kind of cool. Although I had just served as a press secretary in a U.S. senate primary, I wasn’t a political junkie and all I really knew was that Democrats were the pro-gay “good guys” and Republicans were the anti-gay “bad guys.”
