Good thing he likes boys–he may be surrounded by a whole lot of ’em soon.
Deep down, shamefully, I wanted it to be true. I needed it to be another useless example of just how ugly and vulgar Trump and his followers could be. Then when I saw his face—Jussie Smollett’s face—saw that the distinctive black and blue hues of hate had left no stain and in their place were surface scrapes as from paper cuts or the nails of newborns, that sinking feeling came over me.
Especially when no evidence materialized. Especially, since, like hoes, there’s a camera on every pole.
