There are wars outside these walls where children lay on sidewalks and are thrown to the ground with insults and slurs, riddling their bodies bulletholes breaking their already low self-worth and the monumental step of hope mankind has to offer me
is my marriage.
there are greater problems than that of the state preventing me from being in a union with my partner recognized by both God and law as married,
sometimes I wonder if it even matters that my rights are being debated when there are people still being hurt by the words of those who run this society
heterosexual, white cisgendered, privileged males who tell me what to do with my body regardless of my gender, regardless of my race,
remind yourself: we are all below the white, upper class, straight man
Do you ever wonder why I sound so bitter?
Do you ever wonder why I get sad?
My school district was a battleground the bombs always went off and at the end of the day, the school only took a neutral stance on my sexuality Bullying was “frowned upon” but who could step in when it would only be brushed off as a joke
I learned that sorrow and pride are two sides of the same coin, I clutched them both to my chest as I made it through high school, forcing myself to walk those hallways listening to people tell me that I wasn’t worth it.
and I wondered how many dead children it would take to make a change in this country
it took eight suicides to make a difference in Champlin, but the count keeps rising
The “neutrality” policy may have been erased, but there are still scars running rivers down my spine.
My child’s inheritance will be those scars
Michele Bachmann will leave Minnesota when she looks back at the graves she left behind, she won’t weep a single tear
After those years I will never look at rope the same way again.
There is nothing righteous about the silence of those I love. I once pressed my skin against a boy who was too afraid to come out of the closet, his hands would shake every time I was close to him, he just wanted to love me.
Instead of pushing, I lit his closet with Christmas light kisses, Technicolor promises that would stay with him until he was strong enough to open the door
When he finally admitted that he never would come out, I was angry, but how could I tell him it was safe to come out when my story was tarnished
Coming out stories are only as beautiful as the people telling them, are only as successful as the environment that the person is in.
In a world full of equality, two short words should not be enough to condemn a person to living a life in a closet full of Technicolor promises and Christmas lights
Only some of us can afford the luxury of having walls to hide behind
My cousin(She doesn't have a deviantArt) wanted me to thank you for writing this. She came out as bisexual to her mom and her mom did not take it well. She said this gave her hope. Thank you for inspiring her, she's had a rough time.
I'm left speechless, truly. I wish I knew what to say of this, but I can tell you that I wholeheartedly agree and I may not be able to connect with all of it but I hope to be able to understand it. It's beautiful, even though the reality isn't.
My friends and I have come to the conclusion they won't teach healthy sexual habits for homosexuals in Health until some kid gets messed up and some parent sues them. What a wonderful world. Beautiful writing and metaphors.
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