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| 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 man who died when the paramedics 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 didn�t 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.
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| today has ended on a good note... which is always fun. it ended similarly to sunday night. happy days.
and tomorrow is the last day before the long weekend. its days like this that i love.
going to dave's tomorrow. hopefully he'll be home this time.  | | |
| the PSSA's are evil and we shouldnt have to take them because i mean whats the point? if youre planning on going to college, youll take the SAT's, so why bother those people with one more stress factor. and if your not going to go to college, then this test is useless and you wont take ti seriously anyways. agree?
tengo mucho sueno. y necesito dormir. | | |
| i was accused of never going to write again... it probably wouldve been true if someone didnt mention it. but its ok
i was shocked today.. like majorly, and it was scary. and it hurt! | | |
| rita asked me why i dont update my xanga the other day... i guess i can start to write in here again.
the play was pretty good, although a little bit on the strange side... and some people werent heard very well over the music. but it was still good.
and now im cold. | | |
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