Reading this thread a song comes to mind that everyone should listen to. "The Killing of Georgie". It tells a story, of a homosexual guy and how people all over the world, miss a friend.

I spend a lot time with young gay dancers, as part of my photography gigs in clubs. These young men are my friends, dance partners, models and co-conspirators in art. I hear stories all the time of fathers who can't accept their sons, mothers who stand in the middle holding on hard to both husband and child, sons who are still coming out and facing who they are in a world where gay bashing still happens regularly.

I'm bisexual, out and very happy with my life. Granted, I mostly date men these days, but my sexual identity is more than a hobby – its a political statement, that in some places could put me in great danger. And while I can straddle both gay and straight worlds, it does not armour me from the hateful words I hear daily about homosexualitI do speak out, but not all minds and ears are open to hearing a different perspective.I know the wrong word to the wrong person could get me in trouble, but that can't keep me silent.

I hold this space for my friends, bash back when needed, cheer loudly when its needed, and feel compassion for those who still find alternative sexual identities dangerous. We are such lovely, brave people, full of a desire to love and be loved, and yet we cause fear – a deep, primal fear in some cases.


Are we that scary that we fit in the same category as a terrorist? You mean loving and being loved is terrorism? Think on it…

Please listen to the song by Rod Stewart.