I recently got around to seeing Milk, the story of the life and death of America's first openly gay elected official. The word "openly" is important in that statement, because prior to Harvey Milk, life was too dangerous for one's sexuality to be publicly known. The genesis of his political career was the realization that the police would come into his neighborhood and murder gays for fun, and if hiding your sexual orientation didn't protect you, then maybe wearing it proudly would.
And he was right. We are your friends, your family, your neighbors, your coworkers. We are everyday Joes and wild eccentrics. When confronted, most people will face reality rather than turn harshly from it. At the end of the day, most people understand the simple truth of human sexuality: We do not love where we would choose, but must love where the lightning strikes.
My name is Greg, and I am bisexual. I love who I love.