When no one else ever seemed to notice me,
You were the first to say "hello".
And you did so with beaming joy.
When I felt so outcast and alone from the world,
You were the one who sat by my side.
And listened with an open heart.
When no one else would acknowledge my very existence,
You were the one to reach out and bare your soul to me.
And you made me feel like somebody.
When I thought of so many reasons to die...
You became my reason to live...
And I will never forget that.
I've been seeing quite a few people condemning gay folks for being "too open", trying to shove gayness in peoples' faces, and making gayness their defining characteristic. I can't speak for all gay people, but I have just a few things to say about this.
First, how can someone be too open or too forward about who they are? After all, being gay is nothing to be ashamed of. Our society has moved past that archaic idea. Thus, there is no reason should we feel we have to be careful and discreet about how much we reveal about our sexuality. I don't introduce myself with "hi, I'm Anna and I'm gay," but when conversations on relationships, poli
I want to have sex with everything that has a Y chromosome.
My femininity will rub off on you if you get too close.
I must vomit at the sight of bras, panties, and girls in general.
I am horribly offended when you mention any of the following: gay porn, buttsex, femininity, cross-genders, and bad decorating.
I am overly emotional.
I have seen RENT, Brokeback Mountain, and the Laramie Project.
I march in parades, and shout "I'm here, I'm queer, get used to it" at regular intervals during everyday life.
Rainbows are present in every piece of cloth I own.
I am desperately in love with EVERY boy. No exceptions.
Sticks and stones may brea