When I was a teenager, just starting to question, there was a horrific crime committed in my hometown where two brothers broke into the house of a gay couple and murdered them while they slept in their bed. I believed then that it would never be safe for me to be out. As a teenager, I expected ...
Excuses, reasons, rationale for motives, there are none. No matter what is said after the fact. For money, for drugs, for a skin’s color, for a preference, for getting ahead, for things, for lack of attention -- Don’t pretend one of those can justify. They are not the enemy.