In this world of chaotic perspectives merging one on top of the other, people are quick to judge and point fingers. Often these words are the opposite of true which means that the person yelling the hateful comments often the person those things are true about.
Being who you are is a bad thing? In my opinion that's untrue. I'm an overweight straight white woman who has always dreamed of being a mother. Not once has the thought of being anything else crossed my mind, but I don't fall into the categories of a racist, a sexist, a homophobic maniac, and any other label you wish to add. To me, that nonsense isn't what is important.
I love equally but not all love is sexually pressed. Your skin could be blue like the ocean, hair as white as freshly fallen snow, eyes that glitter Rubies in the sunlight and no preference of romantic partner; and I would want to be your friend. In any situation, the only thing I wouldn't want to see is you gone. My arms no longer able to give you any support that you need to press forward.
Grab my hand and shout at the top of your lungs that you need a friend. I'll help you see the new dawn: the dawn of friendship. Grab your friends, and bring them for the ride.
Every group has two types of people. Those who reject anyone who is different from them and those who accept you as you are no matter what. I accept anyone who wants to be a friend and ignore those who continue to judge on the limited information given to them.
I invite you to clasp my outstretched hand in friendship and enjoy any adventure that we go on together.
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Feelings
AcakDon't judge, but I'm writing out random feelings. From desire, pain, and sadness to joy, happiness, and friendship; I'll put it all up. Some of them I've felt, and others, I haven't. Each chapter will be a feeling, so enjoy.
