Most gay people will readily admit that they feel most at home among the seemingly endless sea of bricks within a large urban area. There's just something about calling a gay neighborhood such as Midtown Atlanta or Capitol Hill, Seattle home. To be among those who feel the same way. To enjoy something as simple as a held hand or a stolen kiss without worrying about those around you. To see the rainbow flags fluttering in the wind above every store front.

Many say they hate the city. They say it's crowded and noisy. It's dirty and polluted. But give me the lights, the traffic and the people any time. Give me everything I need in my life within a short walk. Give me a vertical landscape where the buildings are mountains and the bricks are the trees. To me, nothing feels more like home.