When Stef and I are home, we hold hands and kiss. But sometimes, when we’re out in a new neighbourhood, or we’re walking home late to our car, we won’t hold hands. Some people out there are afraid of what’s different. And sometimes they want to hurt people like Stef and me. So every time we’re out and I want to hold Stef’s hand but I decide not to, I get mad; mad at the people who might want to hurt us, but mad at myself, too — for not standing up to them. Because the thing is, if you’re taught to hide what makes you different, you end up feeling a lot of shame about who you are… and that’s not okay.