His eyes pierced me. “Look me in the eye when you’re telling me. Not looking me in the eye makes me think you’re ashamed. And you should never be ashamed of who you are.” My grandad’s words formed the bedrock of my attitude towards my sexuality after that. I wasn’t ashamed. I wasn’t going to hide. I would look people in the eye and tell them this is who I am, like it or shove it.
