My freinds are sick of me

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"But straight people should have a pride day, people should be proud of being straight" a friends says as I bring up the topic.
We argue for ages, and ages and ages.
But straight people don't need a pride day.
Straight people don't need to be proud.
They have nothing to be proud about.
They are normal, there is no need to be proud about being normal.
There is no need to be proud about being expected by everyone you meet
There is no need to be proud about not needing to come out.
There is no need to be proud that when you say your parents name people don't automatically assume you are just friends.
And also you don't need to learn to love your sexuality.
Part of being proud is being okay with yourself, saying you don't care what other people think.
But you don't need to being okay with who you like cause guess what that's what your presumed at birth, and you don't need to care what other people think cause guess what, they are going to be okay with it.
And guess what you wouldn't even care if there was a pride day.
You bearly know when pride month is let alone your own day.
"Well you don't need a whole month for gay" she also says.
But it's not a whole month for gay, it's a month for the LGBT+ community.
Gay has 1 day just like pan does and how non-binary does.
But you don't know what any of those mean, after all you take my gender as a joke, heck you can't even be bothered to learn what it is. I mean at least try use my preferred name and pronouns, it's not so hard.
Earlier that day I was talking to a friend about my gender,
"Why do you all ways need to talk all about this sexual gender stuff" my friends says as she listens into the conversation.
I do have to talk about my gender a lot cause it's apart of who I am, it's not someone I can just forget about and pretend it isn't there.
I need to tell someone cause I can't keep all these bottled up feeling in, I need some way to let them out and I can't just keep writing it on this shit poetry book.
Maybe my friends are just sick of me.

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