According to family lore, my father suspected I was gay when I was six because I liked cars with windshield wipers in the rear. (As a shrink, he’s always had a penchant for looking under the hood, so to speak.) There were other clues too. I used to prance around the yard flitting my wrists … Continue reading Pete Buttigieg’s Coded Language Reveals the Limits and Promise of LGBTQ Progress