DRAG

The Tapes

Entry 01

Life is hard, in my state that is. Growing up I have to deal with people who can not deal with me. Well, what do you expect from a very religous family?

Well being gay to be honest is hard, there are sometimes when I wish that I was either a straight boy or girl, but no it didn't happen.

So at a very early age I decided to runaway from home. I have lived under a bridge for about a couple of months until I got hit by a car.

Jenny Sanchez, that's the name I will never forget. When she hit me, well technically it's her car who has hit me, he took me to the doctor and soon adopt me.

I lied. Even though I hate to do it but I lied to her. I told her that I was born on the streets, originally, and never have ever felt the comfort of a parent.

But I do.

I remember how happy my parents are when I got the highest scores, they were proud and telling their friends about their son. I remember when I told them that I liked this girl from school. They tought I'm having my first love, but no.

I liked her because I envy her. Long hair, slim waist, and a barbie like face.

But most of all I remember when I told them I am gay. My mother yelled profanities at me while my father beat me to hell, as my brother only watch from the corner in disgust.

For me that is the time when their love bursts and I hit the shore. And no matter how hard I tried they keep blowing me back to the shores, to the dirt.

But thankfully the dirt is cleaner than the water, because of my parents love for me, I 've found Miss Jenny.

Unlike my family she accepted me for who I am.

And that is why I am doing drag right now.