I Finally Came Out To My Dad — Thanks To Trump

Conversations with my father tend to be few and far between. Technology is the usual barrier: I am an awful millennial who relies on iMessage to reach my loved ones, while he prefers to speak on the phone. I call him on my walks home and our banter remains the same: He’s got jokes about who this mysterious ‘Heather’ is on the phone and I ask him about an episode of Law and Order from 15 years ago and his weird interest in Minions. He wants to know how things are, and remains intrigued by...