The Reality

STRAIGHT PEOPLETRY THIS. Imag­ine you have a deep dark secret. It can be any­thing, it does­nt mat­ter. Now imag­ine that if you told peo­ple this secret you would be ridiculed, hat­ed, looked at like you are a freak. Imag­ine how bad­ly you want to tell some­one your secret. Imag­ine your fear of a per­sons reac­tion if you tell them your secret. Imag­ine you tell some­one the secret, but it leaks out and soon every­one knows. Imag­ine peo­ple whis­per­ing and point­ing at you as you walk down the hall. Imgine peo­ple star­ing at you as if your a freak, as if there is some­thing wrong with you. Imag­ine peo­ple throw­ing their lunch­es at you or spit­ting on you as you walk across the court­yard at lunch. Imag­ine peo­ple taunt­ing you with names that hurt you like a bul­let. Now open your eyes. Gays go through this every day. We don’t have to imag­ine. For us, its real­i­ty.

I’m a bi who wish­es she was straight because i’m sick of hid­ing, sick of the heartache and i’m tired of not know­ing what will hap­pen what friends i’ll lose next what words i’ll let slip and what ques­tions i have to avoid answer­ing.

I am the boy who nev­er fin­ished high school, because I got called a fag every­day.

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 gay teenag­er who cant tell his school who he real­ly is, because he is afraid of what they will do to him

I am the gay ath­lete who wants to use the lock­er room, but hears the ridicule of homo­sex­u­al­i­ty just out­side the door

I am the gay friend that only has a few peo­ple who actu­al­ly care, but hard­ly get to see

I am the gay boy that wants to cry when he hears fag, gay, or homo in a way that makes me feel less humane

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

I’m the girl who was scoffed at by her teacher when she con­fid­ed in her she might have a crush on a girl. — Rejec­ti­fied­Toma­to

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 girl who hides under lies just to feel that she belongs.

I am the girl that lost her two best friends because they were gay as well.

I am the­he girl that spent heart break­ing nights hold­ing her gay cousin until he cried him­self to sleep.

I am the girl who lost her best friend because she found out she had a crush on her.

I am the kid whose own par­ents told her that she was going to hell.

I am the girl who gets in trou­ble with her par­ents for wear­ing a rain­bow col­ored belt and hang­ing a poster of Fred­die Mer­cury on her wall.

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 per­son who feels guilty because I think I could be a much bet­ter per­son if I didn’t have to always deal with soci­ety hat­ing me. — cran­ber­rymel­on

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

I am the woman who died when the EMT’s 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 didn’t have to always deal with soci­ety hat­ing me.

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!

I am the per­son ashamed to tell my own friends that I am a les­bian, because they con­stant­ly make fun of them.

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”

Now you can think about all this. Maybe you’ll change your mind, maybe you wont. Maybe you already sup­port GLBT peo­ple. If you do YAY! Good for you! I give you a vir­tu­al hug and kiss. Mwuahugs!!!

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