It snowed last weekend, and I was like Pee-Wee Herman, shouting “It’s sno-ho-hoing!” on the phone to family and friends. (If you haven’t seen his special, it’s the gayest Christmas has ever been. I’m talking Grace Jones in a breastplate singing “The Little Drummer Boy.” But I digress … ) I love to see my backyard blanketed in white and hear kids outside giggling as they slide about. I invited some neighbors over and we kicked back and watched the snow fall outside my front door as we sipped mulled wine. Unfortunately, for many LGBT young people, the snow and cold are not such happy occasions. It is a taste of tough times to come as they seek shelter and warmth as the weather dips down.