In eleventh grade, I got pancakes with Dan Savage at a Perkins in Berea, Ohio. He was in town to give a talk at Baldwin Wallace College about sex education, and to answer undergraduates' questions in his patented wry, sardonic way. This was before the days of the Savage Love Podcast, before his MTV show, before the It Gets Better Project, before the Russian Vodka ban, before his marriage book, but after he…