There are people in my life and on the periphery of it, who will never ever truly accept me, because I am queer.  Sure, some people have altered their thinking enough to embrace me without saying, "If only ..." but at least one close family member, some friends and a whole bunch more acquaintances do their best not to be homophobic, but are nonetheless.  It's probably painful on both sides and I have grown past that youthful fervour that is convinced that some form of universal justice will p...