Raised Christian or not, in the ongoing holy war that is “America,” what queer man does not know the taste of condemnation? Whose queer desire is not somehow mixed with fear, in this land where faggots are murdered with intimate, suggestive violence, strangled by male hands or penetrated by knives? What person who has chosen, discovered, or been forced into the identity of “man,” has not had his heart malformed in some way by the pressure to appear invulnerable, the demand to develop a seamless, silent skin that covers any potential vulnerability or opening, the expectation that “being a man” means enacting violence?

Willow Aerin Fagan, My fear, the forces beneath, Why Are Faggots So Afraid Of Faggots?