Liquid Galaxy

Some kind of intro

Imagine that you are a nineteen-year-old homosexual boy. It might sound terrible; if you are homophobic or...very religious. The truth is that it's not as bad as it may sound. It is cool actually, but it sucks at the same time. Who could prove it better than I can? Nobody.
Let me tell you my story.

When I was 16 I realised that I was gay. Girls never impressed me much. There were many who wanted to be in a relationship with me somehow, but every single try ended in crying. And it wasn't me who cried, of course. My ultimate crush is Brad Pitt. I know it is mainstream but I just can't handle his sexiness...
Nobody understood what my problem was with girls. My mom and dad kept telling me that how happy they will be when I finally bring home my pretty and perfect girlfriend. Instead of girls, I always took home boys. I don't have an idea how, but they never noticed that some of the boys were more than just a friend who's come over to play with Xbox. They weren't playing with my Xbox...
Last year my little secret was given away by a jealous ex. It didn't went viral, I just felt that people didn't look at me in the same way. It was very strange.
And a week ago. I decided to tell my parents about my sexual orientation. It went much worse than I had planned. But I don't know how could I expect nicer reactions. My parents are...very religious. They came up with those boring sentences like; "You will go to Hell for this!" or "Jesus doesn't love you anymore!"
Honestly. How can parents tell things like these to their own child? I mean... I don't care actually. Hell seems to be a nice and hot place full of gay people. And what if Jesus doesn't love me? I don't love him either.
My parents sent me away from home finally.
I feel like I'm on the opposite side of the world you know. I believe in science, not in "gods". I've got a strange but big dream. Usually five-year-old boys have this kind of ambition and every time I let someone know, they laugh at me and keep telling me to grow up. I WANT TO BE AN ASTRONAUT. Really. This. Is. My dream job. I know I have to learn a lot to achieve my goals but I just don't have enough power to start my life yet.
I've just moved to a little but cozy flat in central Brooklyn. I live with my cat, Harley. That's another thing why people say I'm strange. I'm the 'gay guy who lives alone with his cat'.
I had some depressions in the past because of haters but I managed to learn how to 'don't give a shit'. The only thing that depression left behind is smoking. People don't understand why others smoke. I don't understand it either, but I still do it. Maybe it's because I like watching the smoke as it flows out of my mouth. I breathe in, the smoke catches all of my problems and then I just let it out. Every pain. Every wrong thought. It's pretty relaxing.
Okay gay life sounds even more worse now that I told you my experiences but it isn't bad. It's just hard to find your path in today's society.

My name is Dylan Turner I'm 19. And I'm a proud homosexual man.