The heroine/hero is heterosexual and chaste, essentially hetero-normative. The villain is homosexual and deviant. While everyone is talking about historical accuracy and creative license, few are noticing the closet homophobia uniting filmmakers, playwrights and critics across party lines.
Chester Bennington helped me get through that tough teenage period which knew of abuse and self-denial and hardly of love. Hearing someone acknowledge that, acknowledge the pain told me I was not alone.
When you "do it" with someone whom you are emotionally connected to, where there is a deep feeling of "you are mine and I am yours", your inhibitions run away. Every kiss, every touch, and caress gives you a feeling of being explored by someone who is going to love you, beyond the bed