The second

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I am about to leave the house when my father comes along. 'Oh, are you going to a costume party? Looking like a girl... or faggot', he says, looking at me as if he wanted to kill me. I look down and answer: 'no, going to my work, and clothes haven't got a gender'. 

He laughes. 

Don't you know it hurts, dad?

When I arrive at the train station,  people are staring at me, but i do not really care. I keep watching my feet. But then, someone giggles and he says: 'Oh, being a gay boy is not enough, you also want to hide that you suck dicks!' 

After  I heard these comments,  I am feeling very angry. 

What is going on?

Why can't I be like I want to be? I do not even know what my sexuality is....

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