I’m not sure I completely understand his pain, because I’ve never been a victim of homophobia. Being gay is something that’s inside me, and when people look at me, they don’t go beyond my appearance. But I do know what it’s like to spend five hours surrounded by people who hate you. And I’ve come across disgusting nicknames written on my desk a bunch of times. So I guess, in the end, I actually do understand his pain.
