Most of the time you only hear the downsides of being gay--the struggles, the fights, the inconsistencies and intolerances that are thrown our way each day. It's not hard to wonder why some people will try and convert themselves and to make a choice like reparative therapy.
And yet, we truly are masters of something beautiful. What type of love survives through barrages of oppression? What type of passion sinks and buries itself deeper in a person's heart that outside forces, even human will, cannot break its edifice?
What love is there when nothing is guaranteed; that a stare is counted differently with each second held? The love of Romeo and Juliet; of Antony and Cleopatra; a love to hold the ages with its stars to hinge the skies.
The truth is, gay love is neither more special nor inferior to straight love. Yet, every day we must fight for this love we believe in; a love that every day seems to depreciate in the heterosexual world. That is, my friends, the only difference, what makes us neither inferior nor superior, but ultimately appreciative, because we are reminded daily of this love we are fighting for.