By Ryan Douglas
Many of you don’t know what it’s like to spin around and scan your surroundings before grabbing the hand of your significant other or giving them a kiss in public. Many of you don’t understand the mental calculus that goes into deciding to bring a antiseptic wipe and bandage outside to help the neighbor kid who scraped his knee because who knows how it would look to his parents if he went inside the house of the gay guys next door (and how does it look that I'm touching him at all?). And you don't know what it's like to be concerned that someone who doesn't know you wants to poison you, burn you alive, beat you to a pulp, or mow you down in a hail of gunfire simply because of who you are and who you love.