In the beginning there was man and man, Adam and Steve. As the bible tells, each women would be with a woman, and each man would be with a man. Not following these rules would mean a banishment to hell. These rules that were made to be so easy, yet somewhere from then to now things got all mixed up.
As the usually do when you try to confined people to think a certain way.
For centuries people followed these rules to heart, though I’m pretty damn sure that somewhere along the line someone knew that they were different. but why speak up when no one wants to hear what you have to say? So we continued, everyone did. And day by day and year by year we proceeded to hide and conceal the ones who tried to speak up and give a voice, but that’s only because they were following the rules.
My question is this, how the hell are you supposed to follow the rules when you don’t even know what they are? No one told me, no one said anything. Everyone just assumed I would pick up on it in time, but how could I when I was feeling something completely different than what was expected?
I was five years old when I knew I was different. I was at my uncles wedding, watching the grooms kiss each other. I looked over to see a little boy, the ring bearer. He was sweet and cute, with a quirky look on his face and freckles that dusted his nose. He seemed perfect and for the first time I got a warm feeling in my chest, nothing that I ever felt with the little girls’ mommy told me was cute. And so, not knowing the consequences, that night I told mommy all about the little boy and the way I had felt.
Oh mommy did not like that.
“tell me exactly what she said.”
“she told me ‘I like the little boy’, you don’t think she could be…”
“well she better damn not!”
“Marcy!”
“ What! You know what will happen if she’s…” mommy became quiet “..if she’s a breeder.”
And there is was. The first time I heard my new nickname. Spoken by my own mother. The sad part being that I didn’t even understand the utter disgust that was being thrown my way. As much as I was confused, I was still frightened, why would mommies be mad at me? All I had said was the truth and wasn’t that what I had always been told to do? Apparently not this time.
At such a young age I realized that if you can’t say something that is politically correct, then you better keep your mouth closed, because the reality is that people don’t want to hear the truth, they want to hear what they’ve told you to say.
Did my moms really want to know the truth?
No, but I didn’t know that.
So time and time again I would try and confine with my moms for some sort of support, only to have it all thrown back in my face in the blurred, angered phrase of, ‘don’t talk like that’, or ‘keep your mouth closed!’
And that’s exactly what I did.
But here’s the funny thing, nothing stays secret forever.
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Sorry its so short, I'll be working on lengthening my chapters, hope you liked it!
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Breeders
Teen FictionI'm Alyssa Hangridge, lyss for short, but dont worry if you cant remember, its rare for someone to call me by my name. Most of them prefer to use their own; c*nt, faggot, dyke, you name it and they've said it. But there is one in particular, one tha...
