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The Cost of Their Love, The Power of Ours
Love, in its purest form, should be safe, steady and unconditional. It should lift us up, not break us down. But for many in the LGBTQ community, love comes at a cost. It is a price paid in fear and rejection. Sometimes, it means losing everything we believe is ours.
Fear is woven into our daily lives, no matter how much the world progresses towards equality. Fear lingers in the way people look at us, in the shift of conversations when we walk into a room and in the whispers they think we cannot hear. I still remember the first time someone screamed at me from across the street: “Dyke!” Someone meant that word to wound and strip me of my humanity. In that moment, I was not a person. I was a target. More than a decade has passed, but that memory has never left me. It is a reminder that acceptance can be fragile and rejection is never far away.