I remember the time I kissed my femme girlfriend at the train station, and a gang of lads were there who thought it was sport. I know she had a terrifying train journey home, and I got punched in the back of my head for my trouble. I remember being able to share the experience with some gay male friends, as we took a studenty trip to Canal Street, and the sense that we were community was extremely heartening.
But honestly, it didn't take too long for the centre to stop holding, and one of the guys is now long dead and I still wish I could rerun that time in my life and do it better. Liberty is a really fragile thing, and I've learned that we ourselves are often the ones who destroy it, through carelessness, and sometimes malice, and most often times fear.