When I was a kid, I saw my parents and maybe all adults as these immutable beings who had everything figured out. Now that I’m a parent myself, I’ve realized that we never stop growing, that everyone can change, including me. Of course, as an activist, this is my great hope: that people can and will change, so that we can make a better world. And this change starts with me. Even though I thought I knew myself, I realized in my early 40s that I wasn’t exactly straight. When I told one of my friends, she looked at me like I had three heads, and said, “well, duh.” One of my other friends said, “...