Art - poignancy on display
I am bad at art, despite that I was in my school's Art Society for years.
Anyway, this talk of art made me recall this one time where I was at a church that caters for LGBTs. I was utterly confused when I needed the bathroom. There was a Rupaul pic on one door and a KD Lang on another. I know I should have picked Rupaul but I identify with KD more. Incidentally, none of the washrooms have urinals. That was a gender-bender for me.
I love photography, and I personally consider that to be art. The most recent one that stays with me is where a baby wears the label "homosexual" around his wrist. I almost cried, for I have never pictured someone gay to be that young, and was touched by its vulnerability, and mine reflected.