I have a friend who is gay and recently we asked him what is was like to have "the conversation" with his parents, like telling them he was gay and he just said he never told them, and then he said "my brother who's straight never went to my parents and said 'hey i'm straight' so why should i do it?" and he arrived home with his boyfriend and nobody made a big deal out of it and i think it should be like that everywhere
What if the world was gay, and everyone hated sraight people? Straight people would feel like the gay people do today. They would feel excluded and out of place. They would be bullied for liking a gender they aren't supposed to because it isn't natural. Imagine if we lived in a world like that.
I don't see why coming out is such a big deal For example, I've been bisexual my whole life so why should I randomly make a big announcement to my family about it? I don't even wait for it to be a secret anymore I'll just be talking to a friend and say "there's this guy I like" because it's the same thing as liking any girl. And it's not like you have to come out for being straight because that's the same idea, right? And how would my sexuality change who I already was 10 minutes ago? It's not like once I "come out" I'm going to burn down every church I see or try to kill the governments that don't support my sexuality do you know why? Because it doesn't make a f/cking difference.
capsized* posted a quote
November 13, 2013 1:08am UTC
"do you think he’s attractive?" the straight male is asked. against his better judgement, he says "yeah, i guess so." suddenly, the police burst in. they seize the man, take away his certificate of heterosexuality, and exile him to wander the realm of the gay forever. if only the man had responded with "how should i know? i’m not into dudes"
*Freedom* posted a quote
October 27, 2013 11:31am UTC
Here’s To The Kids. The kids who would rather spend their night with a bottle of coke and Patrick or Sonny playing on their headphones than go to some vomit-stained high school party. Here’s to the kids whose 11:11 wish was wasted on one person who will never be there for them. Here’s to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a car, watching the stars. Here’s to the kids who were never too good at life, but still were wicked cool. Here’s to the kids who listened to Fall Out Boy and Hawthorne Heights before they were on MTV and blame MTV for ruining their life. Here’s to the kids who care more about the music than the haircuts. Here’s to the kids who have crushes on a stupid lush. Here’s to the kids who hum “a little less 16 candles, a little more touch me” when they’re stuck home, dateless, on a Saturday night. Here’s to the kids who have ever had a broken heart from someone who didn’t even know they existed. Here’s to the kids who have read The Perks of Being a Wallflower and didn’t feel so alone after doing so. Here’s to the kids who spend their days in photobooths with their best friends. Here’s to the kids who are straight up smartasses and just don’t care. Here’s to the kids who speak their mind. Here’s to the kids who second guess themselves on everything they do. Here’s to the kids who will never have 100 percent confidence in anything they do, and to the kids that are okay with that. Here’s to the kids. This one’s not for the kids who always get what they want, but for the ones who never had it at all. It’s not for the ones who never get caught, but for the ones who always try and fail. This one’s for the kids who didn’t make it, we were the kids who never made it. The overcast girls and the underdog boys. Not for the kids who had all their joys. This one’s for the kids who never faked it. We’re the kids who didn’t make it. They say “breaking hearts is what we do best,” and “we’ll make your heart be ripped out of your chest.” The only heart that I broke was mine, when I got my hopes up too high. We were the kids who didn’t make it. We are the kids who never made it. NOTMINE/SWEET
Dear Q.eer Young Girl, I see you. You don’t want them to see you so you change the pronouns in your love poems to “him” instead of “her.” I used to do that. Dear Straight People, You make young poets make bad edits. Dear Straight People, Kissing my girlfriend in public without looking to see who’s around is a luxury I do not fully have yet. But tonight, I am drunk in my freedom, grab her hand on the busiest street in Philadelphia, zip my fingers into hers and press our lips firmly, until we melt their stares into a standing ovation, imagine that we are in a sea of smiling faces, even when we’re not and when we’re not, we start shoveling, digging deep into each other’s eyes we say, “Hey Baby, can’t nothing stop this tonight” because tonight, this world is broken and we’re the only thing that’s going to keep it together.