So. This was inspired by a few things that happened recently.

Hate is a funny word. There are a lot of things I hate - by which I mean I intensely dislike them. I hate Marmite for example (I really cannot stand the taste or smell of it). There are plenty of things I dislike intensely.

But of course there's another meaning. Something that ignites more than just that strong dislike inside of me. It's the burning sort of hatred that would have me wanting to kill someone over it. Honestly there's not much that would inspire it. There are a few people from my school days that managed to earn that feeling. But now one of those few things is anyone that's homophobic (much as I hate that word because you're not scared - you're a dick). I just cannot stand people's lives being made more difficult, people being hurt and injured just because of their sexuality or just because their gender is different to the one written on their birth certificate.

I don't give a shit whether someone's homosexual, hetrosexual, bisexual, transgender, or any other word you can find. They're a person. If I get on with them then I'll be more than happy to call them a friend.