On the night of the 2012 presidential election, knowing that Obama had prevailed over Romney, I packed my things and left home the next morning for a week-long road trip to Salt Lake City. Several decades had passed since I'd lived in Utah. I imagined that things had changed.
Knowing what I know today, and being free of even a smidge of self-hatred for being gay, would I go back to my rodeo years, if I could, and explore what Buck was offering to me back then? Would I wrestle naked with him? Hell yeah.