Hi,

I'm IsMonie. I love to read, and I just started writing a story called Resistance. I have high hopes for it, so read it ! Well thanks !

Homophobia:

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 her gay brother tight through 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 of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too 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 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 man who died when the param edics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
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 is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.
I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp, and left to die because two straight men wanted to "teach me a lesson".
I am the girl who fears for her girlfriend's life because her mother doesn't think she deserves to have it.
I am the girl who was told by her own mother that I shouldn't have kids because she would never wish that sort of 'messed up life' on innocent children.
I am the girl who's parents are ashamed of her, because she doesn't want to hide who she is.
I am the girl who's mother doesn't understand why I need to be who I am, when I could just pretend to be normal.

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