I wasn’t even sure what the congressman’s name was. “You know what they say about him,” said one of them, the inflection of his voice rising to a squeak so there could be no mistaking what he meant. I was a few blocks from Union Station when a congressman walked by and gave the reporters I was standing with a big, floppy wave hello. WASHINGTON - My earliest sense of what it meant to be gay in the nation’s capital came more than a decade ago when I was a summer intern.
