"He was my pride, not that I'd ever tell him."
I am the father who's never hugged his son because he's afraid.
"She's now something I cannot get used to."
I am the mother, who can't look at her daughter because she's ashamed.
"I would not have to worry any longer over whether or not my father would accept the fact that I had a boyfriend, or loved a man."
I am the boy kick out of home, because I dared to love a man.
"Two women, holding hands and leaning in to kiss each other. I don't understand."
I am the little girl who looks disgusted to see two women holding hands.
"If he couldn't accept who I am, why should I want to him to be in my life?"
I am the politician's son who cared more for love than fame.
-Barty Crouch Jr.
"He's just going to bring the guys home instead of the ladies."
I am the girl who can't look at her best friend the same.
"I never even learned his daughter's names."
I am the uncle forbidden from his nieces, because his boyfriend wanted to meet them.
"And he didn't like it when he did find out."
I am the grandson taken from the will until I promise to never see him.
"I'll always stand up for him, because that's what family does, of course."
I am the sister, who still stands by her brother, despite the discrimination and disgust.
"I never got around to telling my best friend I'm hopelessly in love with him."
I am the grandfather, raised with old fashion views, who's afraid to show his love.
"I did not expect her to be so...unaccepting."
I am the mother, who's not allowed to see her children anymore.
"I cannot hope for love, who would love a stupid whore?"
I am the male prostitute, forced to walk the streets and labeled as a 'no-good whore'.
"I died. Alone. Because of a stupid law, that no one in their right mind would agree with."
I am the woman, who died alone in hospital because my partner was refused entry to my room.
"And now he's gone. They all are."
I am the man, star-gazing instead of sleeping, praying life gets better soon.
"I love my dads. A whole lot. But...now I just don't know when I'll get to see them again..."
I am the foster child, taken from my parents because they were the same sex.
"I'm terrified; I thought the police were suppose to protect me from people who were frightening me."
I am the lesbian, brushed off by the cops because I'm being stalked by my ex.
"I've never been hit so hard in my life."
I am abused by my partner, but ignored by the law, because we are both women.
"I'm not asking for the world's permission, so why do I have to wait for it?"
I am the man, outside the club, sitting by the curb, kicked out because I dance with men.
I am all around you, in your family, in your life.
I refuse to be silent, I demand my equal rights.