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Jan. 24th, 2006
I generally do not repost from others..and I generally put something this size behind a cut...but..
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.
I am the man who's life saving blood was refused in a time of shortage because I am gay.
I am the person at war with myself because of social stigma.
I laugh at the 'family values' of broken homes of straight couples when my own has been more solid than stone for 30+ years.
I was the person who was the victim of a hate crime by those investigating my murder.
I was the boy dragged to death because I was gay while my killers were praised for doing 'Gods' work.
I was the example to the world when I lay broken and bleeding because I was holding my boyfriend's hand.
I am the man who wishes the world to know my fear and pain every day I live in fear or pain.
I am the people who die every day because of bigotry and hatred.
I am the young man who had to wait for college to work out what he was because public schools gave me no resources to deal with my preferences, because certain parent groups were afraid of a mythical agenda converting their children.
I am the older man who still has not figured things out and never will, because society has eased him into living a lie.
I am the woman who is turned away by most groups because I love someone whom is transgendered and no one thinks I fit in.
I am the community that is shattered because people are too stuck on labels to see beyond body parts. It shouldn't matter what I do or don’t have, only that I'm human and deserve to be loved, I can't help the body I was born in.
Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong.
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.
I am the man who's life saving blood was refused in a time of shortage because I am gay.
I am the person at war with myself because of social stigma.
I laugh at the 'family values' of broken homes of straight couples when my own has been more solid than stone for 30+ years.
I was the person who was the victim of a hate crime by those investigating my murder.
I was the boy dragged to death because I was gay while my killers were praised for doing 'Gods' work.
I was the example to the world when I lay broken and bleeding because I was holding my boyfriend's hand.
I am the man who wishes the world to know my fear and pain every day I live in fear or pain.
I am the people who die every day because of bigotry and hatred.
I am the young man who had to wait for college to work out what he was because public schools gave me no resources to deal with my preferences, because certain parent groups were afraid of a mythical agenda converting their children.
I am the older man who still has not figured things out and never will, because society has eased him into living a lie.
I am the woman who is turned away by most groups because I love someone whom is transgendered and no one thinks I fit in.
I am the community that is shattered because people are too stuck on labels to see beyond body parts. It shouldn't matter what I do or don’t have, only that I'm human and deserve to be loved, I can't help the body I was born in.
Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong.