Another true story...another of mines
Homosexuality.
A choice or a curse.
Fag!
Gay!
It's wrong!
You'll go to hell!
Lesbian!
Devil!
Demon!
You curse!
It's hard. To have those words hit you like bricks. Not stopping for a break. I'm cold. I'm tired.
Of the words. The hate. The senseless violence.
Stay away from her, she's evil.
You know your daughters gay, right?
I BETTER NOT FIND OUT YOUR GAY!
I've been forced into silence..
To tell people I'm straight when I know I'm not. To keep it a secret.
Why?
Why do they hate me?
Aren't I their "princess"?
Aren't I their "miracle child"?
I almost died more than once...why are they doing this to me? Why are they forcing me to stay quiet?
Why don't they believe me?
Go watch her.
Make sure she stays away from the neighbors daughter.
The neighbors daughter.
My first love.
My first kiss.
She stole it.
I remember it well. A couple days before the fourth of July. I went into her house, up to her room. We joked around with her sister. Then her sister ran down the stairs, and I chased her, but she called me back.
I walked back up, unsure, then all of a sudden I was pinned to the wall and her lips were on mine.
Soft. Wet. Beautiful.
We kissed until we got caught by her sister. She ran down the stairs and we followed. She tackled her sister and her sister ran up the stairs singing the Smallville theme song..
Somebody save me...
I laughed then she took me in her arms again, continuing to kiss me. We had a water fight so my clothing and hair was wet. We fell on the couch and continued to kiss, then we pulled away. I had to go.
Somebody save me...
Because homosexuality is wrong...
Right?
My parents say so...they hate me. They don't believe me. They think it's a phase.
A joke.
Why won't they believe me...
They make me want to die...
But I refuse to give them that feeling...
I refuse...
But I don't know how long I can hold on...
