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Rant.

Ramble post on LGBT stuff incoming.
It might get offensive and religious.
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I've noticed the more I'm put down and out about my sexuality, the more demanding I become of it.
I've been told it's a phase, but that only makes me will more to prove them wrong.
I've been called names and looked at like an alien, but the glares only make me feel stronger.
I'm unique. I'm myself.
I'm asked "why are you gay?" And wish to respond "why are you straight?"
If they have the ability to ask me, I can ask back.
In America, we have a list of actual rights.
One of which is the persuit of happiness.
If I'm allowed to peruse happiness, then why is it a question if I can marry who I love?
Why is it frowned upon to love? Because an old, inaccurate book said so? Doesn't said old and inaccurate book say to love thy neighbour? Where did that go? Why is the will of the bible bent to the situation it's needed for?

Why can't we all just love each other? Why does it matter to those who I don't date if I want to marry a woman or not? Why does it matter to them if I'd prefer a vagina over a penis?

The only reason I've begun to flaunt how queer I am is because I want them to know. I want to show the world I've stopped caring.
I almost killed myself on president's day weekend. I was scared of being abandoned by my family for being gay and neutrois.
The only thing that pulled me out of it was a girl I've been completely struck by. She's, quite honestly, one of the best things in my life right now. She helps me through more than anyone and I can't ever thank her enough.
But if she hadn't been there to pick up and talk to me, I wouldn't be here.
I had a plan on how I would go out. I had a suicide note written.
All because of a fear of my family leaving me for what, no, who I am.

It shouldn't have to be this way.
Many people of all ages and genders don't have a person to vent to. They go through with their suicide plan, and just like that, they're gone.
I'll never fathom why we feel such a necessity to judge others for their interests. Whether in hobbies or love.
Human nature itself is killing us.
And I will not stand for it.

So yes, I've stopped caring. I could exclaim my sexuality to my entire religious family and not give a damn.
I'm gay.
I'm neutrois.
I'm queer.

I'm a human and I'm fucking proud.