Why can't people accept others for who they are rather than harassing us because we're not the same as them or their stereotypical views.

Unnatural

Unnatural...that's what you called me. As I sit and listen to you talk, through it all that's all you call me, unnatural. I boil with anger deep inside as you mouth me off, as you mouth off everyone like me, as you throw your homophobic views and stereotypical ideals into my life. Like I don't have enough of them already...

You hate the fact that people don't want to hang around with you because you're violent, you act like it's all their fault and not yours, like their fear of you is unjustified. But have you ever had anyone flinch and pull themselves away from your touch like if you touch them they'll catch some contagious disease from you that'll kill them. Have you ever had someone cry because you love them? Have you ever been told that you don't belong here, don't deserve to live because you're different?

No. You haven't.

Every time the subject arises, every time you see me flirting, every time you hear her name you give me that evil look that tells me you wish that part of me were dead. You insult the subject at every possible turn, who cares what anyone thinks, in a blind attempt to change me into something I'm not, like abusing me will do that anyway. I can't be someone I'm not, I'm not about to go changing just to please you or anybody else for that matter, it's just not me...and it never will be.

I remember the day you found out, the day the secret I'd tried to hide for long finally came out. You dragged me outside and threw accusations at me, threatened to hit her, threatened to hurt her, to make her life misery until I broke down and told you the truth and even then you carried on, carried on shouting at me like I was the work of the devil. Because that's how you see me isn't it?

I tried so long to be someone I'm not, through fear alone, but eventually even the most perfectly structure world which is created around a false identity comes crashing down like bricks hit by a bomb. And now my world is slowly becoming torn apart by homophobes who have squeezed past my defenses and are attacking me with anything they can.

And now brother, I have to ask, where will you be when the truth comes to light?

Mother, father, will you still love me after the real me is revealed?

Will all my friends flee when people know who I really am?

So many questions, so few replies, for no-one wants to talk about a subject so strictly taboo that families frown upon it when it's thrown up in conversation. No-one wants to face up to what is right in front of them. No-one dares to think that maybe...just maybe...someone like me, can be the same as them.

See what people have to learn is that somehow, in some way, whether through direct knowledge or through other people, everyone knows someone who is homosexual, be it gay, lesbian or bisexual. You probably walk past many every single day that are just too scared to tell the world who they really are, people just like me.

Maybe one day, after battles have been fought, and people lost, through abuse, attack, murder and suicide, after people have come to realize that we all have a right to life, after people begin to understand, just maybe I and others will be accepted. Maybe people will learn not to fear those which they don't understand. Maybe we won't have little stereotypical boxes and rules to conform to just so everyone else feels comfortable with our existence.

Until then...

I'll just have to put up with the hate, put up with the abuse, put up with the anger thrown into my life and continue to pray, to whoever dares listen.

Continue to pray for the right to my life.