Although I am a Christian, I too agree with you that LGBT people are also human beings and that they should never be discriminated due to their sexual orientation. So here I am, agreeing with the contents of your poem, while thanking you for writing on a topic that's not discussed in open.
However, I don't understand the connection between the 1st line ('..you define love so beautifully…only with a subtle difference …you are an idealist..') and the rest of the poem. I would appreciate it if you could explain me.
Cheers!

tamed and sated not by the role gender persuasion
of Wife..Husband..servant..slave..sub..dom..
a power in words
a brush of knuckles against the skin

A talc moon climbs in the frigid icy air

what hunger gnaws deep within
clawing for a chain
a rope of hemp to clmb free
wild and happy
released and roaming
choosing dressage
from the pit society
dug

Now among them
to sniff
brush
taste their airs
see the snarls
up close
the decay in the
perfection they
wont to own

the glint of mischief
too

pity envy
hatred
sorrow

draw down the daily
mask and mount the
war horse

presenting as a Norm
but at night
in private
or the relish of freedom
wander feeling
the form

What a reply,

"A talc moon climbs in the frigid icy air"

How descriptive is that!

Beauty in each and every,
Some blatant and lauded,
others hidden, unknown,
without free communication,
we cannot feel at ease with
other-ness.
Less needs to be taboo,
more understood,
and yet one senses
a joy in being misunderstood,
I don't know.

I know a few people that differ;
it seems from myself,
in fact many;
be it physically or mentally,
all people are interesting,
none of us are the same,
all of us are from the
same family

originally, so why do
we discriminate,
we have the same genes.

Like works of art, debatable,
different, some appealing to some,
some appealing to many,
some appealing to no one.

Humans are adept at choosing
something that's different
and blowing its difference
up into a grand rhetorical
"work of art"
when it signifies nothing.

But then, i even feel of the
same family as the trees.

Ann.