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Dear Anonymous (Coming Out)Dear Anonymous,
I AM BISEXUAL. And that is my problem. I don't know how to handle it. I get so nervous about it, I just repress it in the back of my mind. Forget it. I don't want people to get the wrong idea about me. But then again , what if I'm wrong? What if I say this is what I want and then I'm wrong? I couldn't even stand to know I broke someone's heart over my insecurity. My plague, if you will. I'm going a bit mad, just writing this letter to you. Bringing this problem front and center in the stage of my mind. I'm happy, letting someone in, but upset because has been so private for so long, I've grown to love the closet I left it in.
There is a yearning though. A yearning to explore, to see what it will be like. What it will be like to hold another girl like that. To hold her hand as we walk down the street, and kiss her cheek gently to say good night. What would it be like? I've only had the little experience I've had with guys, that was short lived. I had anxiety. I wasn't ha
Gay suicideHis mom is going up to the podium to speak. Everyone is so quiet that all I could hear was the piano softly playing "Amazing Grace." I think about him…I still can't believe it. My best friend. Dead. Just yesterday, he told me he was gay.
I couldn't be gay, just like I couldn't have caused his death. When he told me, someone overheard and asked me how I could be his friend anymore and I just couldn't stand the embarrassment. So I said it. I said I couldn't be friends with a fag. I said that right to his face and I walked away.
He left early; someone said he wasn't feeling well. I never thought—he was always so happy, so kind to everyone. And look what happened. Kids took advantage of him and he couldn't handle it. Kids are cruel, my class is cruel…and he was, well, weak.
His mom is beginning to talk. "My son, Jaylen…he was always such a happy-go-lucky kid. He always found a way to make the worst things in the world disappear. He was always so nice to everyone. He stood up for his friend
You Are Still A PersonI ran as fast as I could, and I ran, and ran, and ran, and ran. I ran as far as I could. I ran until I collapsed, right in front of the church my mother used to take me to. How funny, that it should be where I end up, because it's the reason I'm running. My mother told me "Homosexuality is a sin. No child of mine will be a lesbian!" That is why I have to run.
My name is Amelia Jones, and I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I looked down the street at the few people going down the street. They probably were going home from their jobs, and to a warm and happy home. I would be standing on this street corner. No one wants to hire a woman who used to be a man. And with no job, I can't have a home. A man rolls up in a car and asks how much. I tell him my usual price, and he agrees. I get into the car and hope he doesn't beat me or not pay like others have.
My name is Elizaveta Héderváry, and I am the prostitute worki
Does it matter if we're both women?
Or both men?
Does that mean I love you any less?
No. No it doesn't.
And yet, I cannot be the real me.
In this society with
You may not understand,
But we're no different to you
Or your partner,
Or your family.
And if I am your family,
How am I any different to you?
Even if I like the same sex
What does it matter?
But you wouldn't get it would you.
It's not something you comprehend.
So instead you laugh and you taunt,
You pick and you swing.
Victimized we are bullied into a life,
A life of lies.
Social appreciation suppressing the mind
Of the free and the accepting.
At the end of the day,
We may not be what you expect,
Despite how genuine we may be,
Are we to be eternally tormented for our free will?
Yes, I believe so.
NaNo Snippet: Pigeons"Why did I do that?"
Daniel had been asking this question ever since slamming his fist into the face of the ugly bar patron. His hand hurt like hell and he had a migraine on top of it. Still, he supposed in the end it was worth the pain. He'd protected a friend. That counted for a lot in his book of honor. Nevertheless, if he could protect the virtue of a friend 'without' spraining his hand in the process then he would be very, 'very' grateful.
"Because you're a fool," Morgan answered him. He was currently bandaging up Daniel's hand with the only medical supplies they had at hand. Ace bandages and some kind of heating lotion, which Daniel was really hoping was used for first aid purposes and not for what Morgan liked to do in his spare time. Daniel hissed as Morgan wrapped the bandages around his bruised knuckles. Next time, Daniel was going to try some good old nonviolent noncooperation; wait, except that most of those people had the shit kicked out them anyway. Bad plan.
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