I want to tell you guys a story, gay pride 2004:
It was a fantastic day, one of the most happiest days of my life, only shadowed by my sisters wedding. The parade had come to its final point and the show was ending with most of us on stage dancing infront of all the people that came to support us. My mom was in the crowd watching, smiling, maybe even doing a little jig when a woman comes to her and asks "is the angel yours?" (I was wearing an angel costume because I was amor... a part of this wedding/love theme we had) and my mom replied "yes", the woman tells her "you are very lucky, my son was gay, but he couldn't cope with it, he killed himself.."
When my mom told me about this, I felt so shocked... I want to cry when I think about it. What strikes me the most is his mom, I want to hug her. Just think about it, if he had only told her... maybe things wouldn't have turned out this way... now when he is dead she honors him by supporting him, well atleast his memory. It's like a rock on your heart thinking about this... I want to meet her and I want to tell her how wonderful she is..

How utterly alone he must have felt. So incredibly alone that he had to take to these mesures..

I hope he is happy wherever he is, and I hope she is also happy..
no words can really describe what you want to say to people who have experienced loss like this..


People... love is a strong power, most of the times its stronger the biggotry... dont leave the people that love you, even if you are afraid that they can't take you for who you are, if they love you they will learn.

~Haffi *without words*