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Thursday, December 25, 2008
Maybe you fear what you don't know.

Many times I see people shun things around them because they do not understand why those things happen. One of those thing that people always shun is the fact that homosexuality would always exist in this world. I'm not trying to psycho people to become homosexuals, but I feel that people should always be respected and they should not be discriminated just because of their sexuality. In any case, I came across this little... piece(if thats what you wish to call it), and I feel that, really, homosexuals don't have an easy life.

(Note: I know some of you would care less for the homosexuals, so you could leave now, taking whatever nasty remarks you have and shoving them up your ass. As for those who are polite but still wish not to see things about homosexuals, I'm sorry, but leaving may also be a better choice for you.)

"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 in the streets because nobody will hire a transexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful tear-filled night
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 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-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the men 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 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 need most, Love.
I am the person who is afraid off telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male"

I do not credit myself to have written this, because I did not. It hurt when I read this, because this people are either in fear or are feared because of who they loved. What if we lived in a world where homosexuality was the majority? Would heterosexual be those that go through all the suffering instead? Sometimes when I see how guys around me shun another perfectly healthy male just because of their sexuality, I feel really disappointed, because I always though that those guys were more than that.

I may not be a homosexual, but at least I understand that love is love, no matter who the other party is.

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