Gay is Normal

Chapter 1- My Living Hell

Let's get one thing straight, being gay is NOT easy. Everyday is a living nightmare. I always worry about people learing of my condition. And sometimes, it's the people that couldn't already care less about me.

"Get away from me! You're not normal!"

"Oh look! It's Sir GAY-sey!"

"Hey have you heard that Kasey is gay?" "How could I not? Thats's all anyone talks about now!"

That is only some of the gossip I hear everyday about me. I mean come on, Gay-sey? Really? What was going through your head when you thought of that one? How high you were?

I live in the middle of nowhere that matters (AKA Dubuque, Iowa). This town sucks. I hate it, it hates me. We're mortal enemies, always have been and always will be. The people hate me, my dad is an alcoholic and my mom thinks that I'm the devil's child because of who- what I am.

The only girl in this godforsaken town that supports me is my best friend, Camila. She is probably the best person I know. And she is really pretty, all the (straight) guys fall for her all the time. No joke. She has long, and I mean LONG, black wavy hair, she is really short and adorable. Not like sexy adorable, like one of those fluffy teddy bears that you just want to hug all the time. That kind of adorable.

I feel like I look nothing like her. But she tells me that I'm a beautiful boy all the time. She'll ruffle my shaggy blonde hair on her tiptoes because of her short height, and stand in front of me and look up and smile. I have to look down at her to see her even when we are that close, and she'll say that my eyes are the most gorgeous sparkling blue eyes she has ever seen. I don't see it though.

She is the only person that understands me, and what I'm going through. Take a moment to think about your life if you had parents like mine and one person you could trust and look up (well, physically down) to. Not so great, is it? Nope, my life sucks.

Chapter 2- Consolidated

I guess it's not life that sucks. It's me. I am a really bad singer, I can't play a musical instrument. Acutually there's a little back story to that.

I started to learn how to play the cello but when I was practicing in 6th grade for our school orchestra, this kid was making me really mad so I stabbed him in the arm with my bow and was forced to quit orchestra by the principal. It kinda sucked because that kid was REALLY cute.

Anyways, the biggest thing that sucks about me is, I don't have the butt to twerk. And I'm not proud to admit it. But I love my flat ass. It's the only thing about me that I appreciate. Need I remind you, I'm GAY. You should have expected that.

My first and only ex-boyfriend (who went to a different school) never accepted the fact that I lived in my own private bubble. It's a very small space, only big enough for me and no one else. Some people would probably go crazy in it.

Well he cheated on me because I wasn't "interesting enough". So I haven't dated anyone since. Mainly because no one accepts me and I don't like anyone else. I wasn't too devistated about that though. I totally expected it.

Chapter 3- Dreams

I'm walking in a field, and I see this really cute boy. We run to each other, and hug. I feel as if I've known him forever, and I feel just beyond happy in his arms. Then we share a long, romantic kiss. The next thing I see, is other gay couples walking around us, looking so happy with their companions company. I don't just see gay couples, there are lesbians, too. (I personally think lesbian couples are the cutest couples ever).

The strange thing about my dreams is only one thing changes, and that is the things surrounding the fields. Sometimes it's mountains, sometimes it's trees. It's different every time. But my dreamy boyfriend and the couples around us are always the same.