When I don’t have words, I borrow the words of others. I’m looking for a home to ease the pain I don’t know how to explain.

Home is…a place I have never known.

I lived in a house where violence was an everyday affair whether it is mental, emotional, physical or financial. Always felt that houses are made of concrete, bricks and steel bars but homes are made up of people you can come back to and want to listen to or talk to and always look forward to being with, who can give you that feeling of belonging who can bring you up when you are down and hold you when you are vulnerable. But as queer people do we have that or do we just have rootless existence in various cities?


I still feel that I need a home which is mine, not anyone else’s, so that nobody can kick me out at 2 am and I once again find myself sitting on the terrace, waiting for the morning light to come so that I can go somewhere and where I am not living in the fear of violence. I hope that I will soon find that physical and emotional home where I belong and never feel rootless again.  

My Pursuit Of Finding My Home As A Trans Man
Explain the Pain by Depressed Dave

What is home? My favorite definition is “a safe place,” a place where one is free from attack, a place where one experiences secure relationships and affirmation. It’s a place where people share and understand each other. Its relationships are nurturing. The people in it do not need to be perfect; instead, they need to be honest, loving, supportive, recognizing a common humanity that makes all of us vulnerable.

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Three Days Grace – Home

You turn off the TV and you scream at me
I can hardly wait till you get off my case
No matter how hard I try
You're never satisfied
This is not a home
I think I'm better off alone

You always disappear Even when you're here
This is not my home
I think I'm better off alone
Home, home, this house is not a
Home, home, this house is not a home

Jmage Credit: Lea Böhm