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By Dara Fisher On Sunday morning I was in the car with my husband on our way to Palm Springs to enjoy my only day off when I used my phone to go online and see what was going on in the World.    At the moment, I am working about 75 hours a week between my real job and the new position I took at a local non-profit for kids so I haven’t been tuned into most of what is happening these days.    As I went through my Facebook feed, I kept seeing Orlando so I clicked on a link and it felt like I had been punched in the chest.   I couldn’t breathe and trying to speak to my husband about what I was reading was difficult because I couldn’t stop crying.   There are so many things wrong with this horrific event.   First and foremost, we have lost 49 members of our community.   That, in and of itself, is a tragedy.   Beyond that, this was the result of so many things that our wrong with the human race.   I have thought a lot about what happened over the past wee

By Dara Fisher Recently I had a conversation with a friend from high school that caused the wheels in my head to start turning.   He is gay, though we’ve been friends since before he came to that realization.   He jokingly called me a “fag hag” and I was taken aback.   I’ve had several people call me that name before but they were folks that didn’t know me personally or at least well enough to know that my existence in the gay community is one I was born into, not chosen as a social situation.   This friend however is very familiar with my family and knows my gay parents.   When I protested his label by saying that I’m not a fag hag but rather a member of the gay community, he informed me in no uncertain terms that I was not actually part of the gay community because I am not a lesbian myself.   We had a few little exchanges and ultimately, we left at the agree to disagree point because he wasn’t willing to listen to my point of view and being as stubbo