"This wasn't how it was supposed to be
," I say, looking across the table at two of my friends. "We aren't supposed to have to be afraid of being raped
by our friends. We shouldn't have to worry that about getting beat up
in the middle of the night by homophobe
s. We shouldn't have to be so damn scared
all the time."
She looked across the table at me, with her eyes full of tears. We had just heard of the death of Matthew Shepard. "They never promised us anything more, did they? It's not supposed to be anything."
"Bullshit," her girlfriend interrupted. "They promised me that I could be anything, love anyone, that I was worthy of respect and love. Where the hell are their promises now?"
"I don't know," I sighed. "But they sure ain't here."