Homophobia and You:
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
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 for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the woman who died when the EMTs stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didnt have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.
Is it so wrong to love someone who isn't the opposite sex? I say no because if all we've ever wanted was to be loved and to love and yet we're shuned away, beat to death, kicked, punched, criticized, called names, drug behind a car, and downsized our whole lives because we believe in a love that most call sick. For those who do not discriminate I would like to offer a bit of thanks even the littlest of support can go a long ways and for those who do it's just something you'll have to get used to because changing for false hope in a shitty society isn't gonna bring you happiness or love it's just going to bring you down. Some teen suicides are because they've been told that loving another man or woman is wrong not to long ago two young men were told they couldn't be together so you know what they did....they died together like Romeo and Juliet so they could be happy and be together, now I find it sad that they had to come to such a rash and harsh decision but I also am happy they could find their love through one another because it's not every day that someone is willing to die for love unless they do it alone. Also another time I remember is when Matthew Shepard was drug by a car and then left out on a fence to die because he was gay, it really makes you stop and think what this world is coming to these days for people to think they'll get away with killing or beating someone because of their sexuality or the fact they wish to become someone else. I know this may not mean much to some of you and some may take offence to it and for that I am sorry but I just felt like I needed to say my piece in this on going battle. ~ Jaimie
She's right you know.
fairytale_ending · Mon Aug 22, 2005 @ 03:04am · 5 Comments |