It usually is something; a force we try to turn away from, for several, dissimilar reasons, we tend to need this enclosure like breathing. Under a different circumstance- one in which homophobic attacks were merely relatable events from other people’s lives; like staring into an old photograph where everybody else except me has changed drastically, because I didn’t see the change in me from the eyes of an outsider, so I might forget a thing or two, but not the […]