For All You Homophobes--I AM..I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.For All You Homophobes--I AM..4 years ago in Gay & Lesbian Pride More Like This
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the Realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom
Coming Out Letter--BisexualMOM AND DADComing Out Letter--Bisexual4 years ago in Gay & Lesbian Pride More Like This
You've always told me to be honest. I know that. I know how bad it hurts you when I lie to you. But sometimes I wonder, is the truth something you really want to hear? Or will it hurt you more than the lies?
Which is worse--knowing or not knowing? You can never know until you do know. But, to me, it's worse if you do know.
The reason I haven't ever told you this is not because I'm ashamed, but because I fear your reaction. Will you yell? Cry? Kick me out? Hit me? Or worse, will you simply never accept me? Will I be an alien in my own home forever? These are the things of which I am afraid.
It started in fifth grade. One of my friends, a girl named Tracy, was the cause of my discovering it, though she was not the cause of the actual deed.
When I was around Tracy, my worries were momentarily lifted. I did everything in my power to make her laugh, to make her smile. When she cried, I felt like crying, too. And when she was angry with me, the only thing that mattered in the wor