And then, I'm not afraid, I am aware. In the towns where I have lived, there are no open communities for gays. We quietly seek each other out in bars far from home, on the internet, and in the personals of brown paper covered magazines and newspapers. We dare not speak out. Our ghettos are our homes with drapes drawn and doors latched.
Good fences make good ghettos.
And for us, they don't exist. I cried when I learned of Matthew Shepard's death. The martyred are known only to their loved ones. Their murders go unresolved and hardly noticed. There are already laws on the books to punish assault.