Today we painted a couple of rooms at the LGBTQ church in Cuernavaca with some of the young men and women from this small community. After we were done painting we shared a meal and heard their stories. Being anything but heterosexual is not safe in Mexico. Think of the way things were 60 years ago for LGBTQ peopleĀ in Canada. It’s worse here. It felt good to meet and work with these people and to show them that they are indeed loved and worthy of love. One of the young men commented that it was too bad that people from other countries would come and help them and accept them, but that people from their own country would not. They have a difficult road ahead, but they continue to reach out to others in the community who are not heterosexual and have nowhere to turn.
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