I'm Daniel. I'm heterosexual and (was) homophobic.
I can recall my high school days when gays were fags, pussies, dykes, freaks, outsiders, non-entities, people you'd always get support for abusing, the safest of scapegoats. I wondered why I (and others) invariably reacted with avoidance, indifference and disdain, whether we were aware of it or not. I didn't understand how I was different or better. Certainly, I wasn't a pilla...
For the passed five years, I've been conducting 'relationship
training' workshops primarily for the heterosexual. The
objective of these workshops is to teach principles and skills
for building, healthy intimate relationships. When, a year or so
ago, a lesbian colleague approached me about extending these
workshops to the gay population, I felt ready to venture into
what was for me uncharted territory.
At the end of a great film, you might sit back for a moment and reflect on what you saw. In the days following, images may pass through your mind, evoking something deep–a memory, a feeling, an insight. But rarely are you reeling from revelations in its aftermath, unable to shake them off.
Most people going to “Boys Don’t Cry” know that it is about some
hate crime that happened somewhere to some girl…or to some girl