I regularly attend a social group for Gay and Bisexual men in a Major city in England. It's a fantastic way to meet friends and drinking buddies alike. It's also a powerful tool to remind myself that there are other strong minded people out there like me.
As I lay on a patch of grass at the Kenwood Ladies' Pond in London yesterday evening, I realised the peace I'd thought was so elusive and so far away was within my reach - and on my doorstep.
Pondering the Samantha Brick phenomenon and recalling my reaction to my friend, I realise once again it's my relationship with my looks that's askew, not theirs. And that's despite considerable efforts to put that relationship right.