~love-me-choey

I’ve got my inside out and my headache won’t stop
I fail to not look back as I’m bouncing down the wrong track
Half way up feels like going down
But I am getting stronger and stronger ~Inez "Stronger"
I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth. ~Umberto Eco

"I wouldn't do that on my bed; it would break!" ~BS

I'm floating seductively at you...

So today the Heavens have opened up and it is thundering and lightning like there's no tomorrow. I'm in Jersey visiting my cousins. My big cousin just graduated!
I start work on Tuesday. I will be scooping ice cream for minimum wage 4-5 days a week (plus tips baby ). But whatever, I have no money so it's all good.
They stuck me with needles at the doctor's, TWICE! I don't like needles...*shudders* But my mom bought me a ginormous ice cream after, so I happily ate my pain (after hyperventilating for legit 20 minutes).
Not much to say today...My brain isn't all in my head, sadly.
143 bedtime stories

Please, repost this in support of your friends and loved ones who are. Love is not defined by color, creed, sexual preference, or gender. Feel free to add your own story to the end.

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 boy who never finished high school, because I got called a fag everyday.

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the one working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the son and brother who keeps his feelings secret from his family, because he loves his family, and doesn't want to hurt them, even though he may be hurting himself more.

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 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 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 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 a warrior for my country serving proud, but can't be my true self because gays aren't allowed in the military.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends I'm a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them.

I am the who isn't sure what she is. I am the who is rejected by her "best friends" because of a less-than-conventional crush.

I am what I am and I don't know who because I am always thinking about what other people will make of me. Who am I? Not boy not girl, just me and little people care about who you are and what you long for when you look like someone else obviously and your wishes and dreams seem easily to be guessed. Fail.

I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to "teach me a lesson."

This is the boy, Matthew Shepard. On October 7, 1998 Aaron McKinney and Russell Henderson lead him to a remote area east of Laramie where they demonstrated unimaginable acts of brutality . Matthew was tied to a split-rail fence where he was beaten and left to die in the cold of the night. Almost 18 hours later he was found by a cyclist who initially mistook him for a scarecrow. Matthew died on October 12 at 12:53 am at a hospital in Fort Collins, Colorado. MURDERED BECAUSE HE WAS GAY!!!

I'm the one that has to keep my love a secret... because of other people who would kill me... for being me.

I am the girl who is afraid to ever say again that i am bisexual becuase when I first said it, I nearly lost my boyfriend.

I am the girl who so dearly wants to meet someone I have always wanted to meet, but afraid to say even a word becuase her friends are always making fun of lesbians.

I am the girl who is assured my LOVE for someone else is just a phase.

I am the girl who is afraid to confess her love knows no gender, because her father would say it's the devil.

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Please, repost this in support of your friends and loved ones who are. Love is not defined by color, creed, sexual preference, or gender!!