“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets.
I am lighting a candle for all the gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender, queer and two-spirit people who were murdered yesterday in cold fucking blood.
And I am lighting a candle for all the other unreported murders, beatings and suicides that highlight our long and shameful history of homophobia.