By Janna Brancolini
Years ago, my family and I stayed in Dupont Circle area of Washington, D.C., the famously gay neighborhood of our nation's capital. One morning we were walking to breakfast when my then 11-year-old brother exclaimed, much to my mother's horror, "Mom, look at those fairies!"
"Nico, where did you hear that word?" my mom hissed quietly. Read more »