Sometimes, when scrolling through my iPhone photo gallery, I hit the batch from the San Francisco GLAAD Awards and remind myself all over again, “Fuck, I met Naya Rivera. She shook my hand. I made her laugh. I WAS THIS CLOSE.” What?
Sometimes, when scrolling through my iPhone photo gallery, I hit the batch from the San Francisco GLAAD Awards and remind myself all over again, “Fuck, I met Naya Rivera. She shook my hand. I made her laugh. I WAS THIS CLOSE.” What?