As I talked with my friends and enjoyed the community and fellowship of my first Pride event--on the Circle in Indianapolis--a man walked slowly and deliberately through the celebration. Wearing a gas mask. It was the early 90s and also my first experience with a Pride celebration. And with abject hate. That man wanted to send a message that I was an aberration. That I didn't deserve to live, love or prosper. I remember the sick feeling I got in the pit of my stomach, watchin