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I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds my gay brother tight throught the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not one the lucky ones, I guess. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply to much to bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economis teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most: love.

Re-post this if you think homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it.

I read this at first and decided to repost it because I thought it needed to be reposted. I thought that I wanted to seem like a caring person and have something like this on my profile. But, as I just re-read it again, for the nth-millionth time... I've realized that it's true. All of these things happen and probably always will. I just hope that one day, it's a rare occurance and does not have to hurt so many good people.

One of these sentences that really gets to me is this one: I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

How awful... I just keep thinking that, what if that were me? What if I were in the hospital, dying, and the man I loved was not allowed to see me? What if, with all of the need in the world, I wanted to say goodbye to him and I couldn't? How would I feel if the last thing on earth that I wanted to see before I died was not allowed into the room? It breaks my heart to think that something like this has happened before. And it hurts even more to actually believe that it has. I can't imagine how awful it would be to die alone simply because I loved another man.

I find myself wondering if the doctors would feel bad about what they did... I wonder if they would feel remorse or guilt for showing me such hatred? And then, I wonder if they would put themsleves into my shoes. I want to know if they would even try to understand what I felt. Would they care to pretend they were in my place? Would they even bother to wonder what it would be like to be dying and then to find out that the only person they love in the world is not allowed to see them? I hope that they would think about it. I hope that they would try. I would want them to simply guess at the immense amount of pain I would feel to die alone, knowing that someone wanted to see me go, that someone wanted to say goodbye to me. I would want them to imagine dying without their loved one while knowing he/she was down the hall waiting for them. I would also like to think though, that they wouldn't really hurt me like that. I like to believe that despite everything, my doctors would look pass who I love and see who I am. I want to believe that people I trust my life to would not allow me to die in such an awful way simply because they are against my way of life. That's not too much is it? I'm not asking too much of life-savers am I?

This phrase gets me, too: I am not one the lucky ones, I guess. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply to much to bear.

Highschool, while not ideal, is not supposed to be the ending of someone's story; highschool should simply be one of the first few chapters. My Junior year of highschool: I believe five students died. Three of these students died in various traffic accidents, one of them was eight months pregnant. She lost the baby too. One of the five was supposedly raped and mudered by someone who had graduated the year before; she was sixteen. And then the last one, supposedly killed himself. I never heard the whole story and I did not know the boy, but from what I heard he shot himself. His mother found him; he had gotten a gun, went to his room, and shot himself.

How awful must your life be if you want to kill yourself? A country music singer, Blaine Larson, wrote a song that goes: How do you get that lonely? How do you hurt that bad, to make you make the call that having no life at all is better than the life that you had? How do you feel so empty, you wanna let it all go? How do you get that lonely... And nobody know?

Suicide is wrong and simply awful in my opinion. I believe that no one should kill themselves because it is selfish and painful and doesn't help at all.

Ending everything solves nothing. *

It is bad enough when I hear stories of adults killing themselves, but children...? Highschoolers? Middle-schoolers? Grade-schoolers? My mother's company sponsors a school, and each group within the company can sponsor an individual class. My mother sponsors a third grade class, but one day she found out that a young fifth grader at the school had died. Fifth grade. You want to know how he died? It seems he hung himself. Fifth. Grade. Eleven or ten years old... Children that age should not even know what suicide is, nonetheless how to accomplish it.

People kill themselves (wrongfully) for many reasons: lost loved one, bad home life, stupidity, anxiety, fear, remorse, pain, suffering, military, mental issues... The list can go on and on, but pertaining to the qoute I offered: to be bullied enough by fellow students for loving someone that I want to kill myself? Why is loving someone a crime? Why, if I chose to, couldn't I love another man? Why couldn't my friend love another woman? Why would anyone want to hurt me so much because I was in love that they would convince me that my life was no longer worth living? Is it such a crime to love someone that my life is meaningless? I love someone but because it's morally "wrong", I should die? You have to hurt me so much that even though being with him feels so right, you make me think it's wrong? He loves me so much and I can't imagine life without him, but that's disgusting right? We're both guys so our love is wrong; it's bad. I should die. I should give up. I should break my heart simply because you believe love is wrong. Is that it? Because I'm not like you, it would be best if I just let you win? It would be best to die instead of taint your world?

Why? Why are people so stupid? Why are people so cruel? To hurt someone enough to make them kill themselves... It is just sick and wrong.

I believe that there is no such thing as suicide, only expertly thought out homicides. *

Because if you think about it, as I have, you will realize that people don't just radomly decide to kill themselves. No one wakes up from a perfectly normal and happy life to end it all. Most suicidal people kill themselves because they believe no one cares, or they've been hurt horribly. They feel so much pain inside that they want it to stop; no one just feels pain. No one is born with the need to kill themselves; that need is created. Therefore I believe it is not suicidal people who commit suicide, it is the ones that hurt them committing homicide.

I'm working myself up too much writing this. I should stop before I become a hypocrite and say something about anyone that wouldn't be very nice.

Thanks for reading this, my rant.

TLA.