I traveled from the UK to NYC to meet with a group of LGBT girls, I took many photos of the journey, and I left with a wider knowledge of how people manage homophobia and self acceptance in a world still marred by ignorance and homophobia. Here follows some of the images that I hope will draw you in to a way of life often kept hidden from wider society, and show you a few moments in the lives of others who still deal with this prejudice in their everyday lives.

I can't tell you how windy it was on top of this tor, my hat blew off (from inside my hood), my tripod went crashing over countless times and moved about so much most of the pictures suffered, my coffee, when I poured it, blew right out of the cup! It was a steep climb and a windy summit, but when the clouds split open and the rising sun poured through I was expecting the into to The Lion King to start playing. A beautiful sight, and although I was freezing cold the whole time (except for the steep climb up in which I boiled) I would recommend an early morning moorland wander to anyone. Cleared my mind a treat.

I think my camera is dying. Definitely should not be so grainy.

5.30am. The last morning before I flew back to England and I was missing home before I'd even left.

As You Like It, Act II, Scene VII "All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all...

Participant Jack Foy, 19 year old from Brasil (2009)

The beginnings of a set to do with the media industry and how the truth can get lost inside it. Don't believe everything you read.