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I'm the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I'm a lesbian.I'm the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I'm the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents that buried her daughter long before her time.
I'm the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I'm the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I ever had, I wish they could adopt me.
I'm 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 be able to walk again.
I'm 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'm the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I'm the mother who is not allowed to even visit the child I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says that I'm a unfit mother because I live with another woman now.
I'm the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out that my abusive partner is also a woman.
I'm the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I'm a male.
I'm the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I'm the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I'm the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized that I was transsexual.
I'm the person feeling guilty because I think I can be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with the society hating me.
I'm the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed the doors to my kind.
I'm the person who has to hide what this world needs the most, Love.
I'm the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.
If you also think that homophobia is wrong then Please Re-Post this on your profile.
I found this on another profile and was proud to add it to my own.
First things first, my name is Emilie. I am fifteen years old, eighteen in two years eight months and 13 days. I am going to have to change this every day. Great.
I am obsessed with anything to do with Lolita and Derren Brown because I am. Whoever says DB is rubbish. SHUT IT.
I'll be updating this later.
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If you don't come online I hardly see a reason to myself.
By the way, I'm on the last six pages of Broken Soup.
I saw it in the Library and it made me think of you, so I started reading it.
And, of course, "Borrowed" it, heh.
How come you weren't at school on friday?