Dear Anonymous (Coming Out)Dear Anonymous,Dear Anonymous (Coming Out)2 years ago in Emotional
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I AM BISEXUAL. And that is my problem. I don't know how to handle it. I get so nervous about it, I just repress it in the back of my mind. Forget it. I don't want people to get the wrong idea about me. But then again , what if I'm wrong? What if I say this is what I want and then I'm wrong? I couldn't even stand to know I broke someone's heart over my insecurity. My plague, if you will. I'm going a bit mad, just writing this letter to you. Bringing this problem front and center in the stage of my mind. I'm happy, letting someone in, but upset because has been so private for so long, I've grown to love the closet I left it in.
There is a yearning though. A yearning to explore, to see what it will be like. What it will be like to hold another girl like that. To hold her hand as we walk down the street, and kiss her cheek gently to say good night. What would it be like? I've only had the little experience I've had with guys, that was short lived. I had anxiety. I wasn't ha
My SecretI have friends whom I hold dear.My Secret3 years ago in Free Verse
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They comfort me and I comfort them.
It's a shame, however, how they don't know.
They have no idea who I really am.
That's all I can say.
I know you never wanted
For me to be this way.
I want to tell you.
I want you to really hear.
But it keeps me from talking.
It is your own fear.
I try to put myself in your shoes,
But, there is no rationality.
I know I must live with this.
It's my own heartbreaking reality.
I eat, I laugh, I play, I cry.
Sometimes, I wish I could be like you.
But, you will always keep a little distance,
Because I want to be me, too.
I'll tell you anything else.
Your judgement, your fear.
They are the cork on the bottle.
If I told you, would you still care?
I can't keep it in anymore.
Please, just let me say:
Would you still love me if I told you...
...I am gay?
You Are Still A PersonI ran as fast as I could, and I ran, and ran, and ran, and ran. I ran as far as I could. I ran until I collapsed, right in front of the church my mother used to take me to. How funny, that it should be where I end up, because it's the reason I'm running. My mother told me "Homosexuality is a sin. No child of mine will be a lesbian!" That is why I have to run.You Are Still A Person3 years ago in Emotional
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My name is Amelia Jones, and I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I looked down the street at the few people going down the street. They probably were going home from their jobs, and to a warm and happy home. I would be standing on this street corner. No one wants to hire a woman who used to be a man. And with no job, I can't have a home. A man rolls up in a car and asks how much. I tell him my usual price, and he agrees. I get into the car and hope he doesn't beat me or not pay like others have.
My name is Elizaveta Héderváry, and I am the prostitute worki