When I was about eleven, an older kid who lived on Rue Rielle—a teenage boy I really respected and looked up to—told me that if he ever had a son, and his son went into ballet, he’d kick the shit out of him; if his son “went” gay, he’d kill him. And this guy was serious. He wasn’t joking. Alas, on this issue at least, we’ve progressed a great deal in a relatively short amount of time. That doesn’t mean progress is inevitable on other seemingly intractable issues. But it does mean that it’s possible. And possible is all we need for hope.
–John Faithful Hamer, From Here (2015)