Gays for Trump?

Technically, Scott was never my Uber passenger, but I just had to write about him anyway. I’ve seen him six or seven times walking on Kempsville Road, not far from my house. Okay, walking isn’t exactly the word. It’s more like prancing. He bops to the music in his headphones. He wears sunglasses and waves flamboyantly… Continue reading Gays for Trump?