When Stef and I are home, we hold hands and kiss. But sometimes, when weāre out in a new neighbourhood, or weāre walking home late to our car, we wonāt hold hands. Some people out there are afraid of whatās different. And sometimes they want to hurt people like Stef and me. So every time weāre out and I want to hold Stefās hand but I decide not to, I get mad; mad at the people who might want to hurt us, but mad at myself, Ā too ā for not standing up to them. Because the thing is, if youāre taught to hide what makes you different, you end up feeling a lot of shame about who you are⦠and thatās not okay.
















