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So What if we're girls in love?

Being a Lesbian, for some reason it's frowned upon more. This is how it feels.

Everywhere we walk I can feel eyes on me when I hold the hand of my sweet, tall, transgender, girlfriend Matilda.

I get nervous for us when we go into bars (though I try not to show it), I look after our drinks and if we go to dance I tell the bartender to dump thr glasses out.

We hear more of the whispers from girls how we are gross, and from the guys about how it's hot for us to be together. I hold my head high with my middle finger thankful my girl didn't hear them.

I guess I was wrong because on Pride Day people fron a church. A fucking Christian baptist church or whatever start screaming at us.

I try to pull her away. She doesn't move.
"Mattie, baby c'mon." I say scowling at the church assholes.

She pulls me closer to them and then she pulls me down to kiss her.

The shouts stop for a moment and when we pull away she looks at them. They start to yell again while others cheer.

"God will not hate his children if his love is unconditional! No matter what!" Matilda said as she screamed at them.

"Those who are without sin cast the first stone! We are not hurting you however you are hurting our eardrums and our eyes. Go get better clothes I think I saw a thrift shop dosn the street."

She flips them off and some go ovee their circle and start coming towards us.
She grabs my hand and we run.

We run and we're laughing because the police have them held back, because others are helping us, because that was fucking awesome.

She pulls me into an alleyway and we laugh in there.
"I should have saod somethinf better." My girl says with a small voice and wide smile.

"That was nothing they haven't heard before but the thrift store comment got me." I say as I continue to laugh.

I lean forward and kissed her again.
"So what if we're girls in love?" I whisper to her.
"I know." Matilda sighs "I just want to help people live peacefully."

"Gott," God I says haking my head "How did I get someone like you?"
"I got lucky?"

I lean forward, standing on my tiptoes, and I cup her face in my hands to kiss her again.
So what if we're girls in love, the voices of hate may make us angry but we'll get away from them and right back into each others arms.

I have noticed that for some odd reason people give hate to lesbians, bisexual females, and transgenders a lot more. Why that is is a big question makr for me.
Grow some pubic hairs and let people live their life hate freem