Ha, sorry for that. Uhm, sorry I'm bouncing from story to story, and sorry I keep deleting stories. And sorry I don't update often. Anyway, I came up with a short story and I want to share it with you all. So, here it is.
-A.LGBT
There was a young couple who had two daughters and two sons. But both parents thought that their oldest son was actually their second oldest daughter. But it wasn't safe for them to know, it wasn't safe for his secret to be out. He had to be referred to as a daughter, a sister, a granddaughter, a niece. He was always sad, because his little brother was always asking for, well, a brother. He had one, but didn't know it. This oldest son was only out to three people. Two of them hardly talked to him, so it seemed like he was only out to one. He didn't know why, but... he was scared to tell them his preferred name. He had some other friends, some he had no clue if he could come out to or not. Others, he dared not come out to. They were conservatives. They made fun of gay people, they made fun of people like him, people who identified, as the opposite gender they were born with. He wondered, why in the WORLD does he still talk to them? There was no point. He went to social media to feel safe to be himself. He shared this online. That young boy, is me. And sadly, others have the same problem, of not being able to come out. And I'm here for you, I'm here if you ever need to talk.
