I never wanted to be a role model. I never wanted to be someone to break down walls or even give a voice to people who felt like they were somehow less. But that’s where I found myself. I looked at T. The lines and angles of his face were so familiar to me. So strong. He was my best friend and he was my lover. Underneath all that, though, he was a man. A man with doubts and feelings. With vulnerabilities and insecurities. I was, too. We all were. It didn’t make me less of a driver—less of an athlete. If anything, it made me better. So while, no, this wasn’t where I expected the road to lead
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