Cherished Bambi
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Last published Tue, Mar 24, 2015
It feels so good. But I know it's wrong. Natasha says I'll go to hell. Nana is disgusted. Daddy is disappointed. I pray for God to get the spirit off me but it keeps coming back. I can just see it mocking me. But I try to stay away, for I know the good Lord doesn't approve. I cry out for God's help but He will only give it to me if I want it. The question is do I? I just want Natasha to stop with all the Bible talk and for Daddy to stop preaching to me. I get it, they don't want me to be gay. But sometimes i think they only do the things they do to protect their image. Who could blame them? A preacher's daughter is gay? The first lady, slash City Council President's step daughter likes females? I mean who would want that to be cursed upon them? Obviously not my folks.
My name is Shyanna Chrystal Thomas, but everyone knows me as Bambi. And I'm a lesbian, i think.
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