The Other Side Of Me

This Blog is a documentation, a day-to-day account of my coming out process. This is here so people can read, and see where i've made mistakes and where i've made progress, so that during their coming out they can attempt to avoid or emulate those things. It is also here, to show the struggle me and many others have faced, when coming to terms with our sexuality.

8/08/2004

Just Got Back From Koge's blog....

I just commented on one of Koge's entries and decided to share it with you.

I truly hate when people say that we can or should be fixed. I'm not a machine, nor do I want to be changed. I have been through so much as a result of being gay; I feel being gay has shaped my beliefs. Who knows, if I were straight, would I be a racist just like most people I live around (I truly hope and think that I wouldn’t)? I think that being gay has made me realize that no matter what the difference in people we are all the same. We have the same desires, needs, and capabilities. I never hated anyone that I just meet, no matter what skin color, or how gay they acted (well in my case how straight they acted). I have to thank myself for being gay, if I wasn't I wouldn't know what it feels like to be oppressed and discriminated against just because of a minor difference; and I still haven't been directly discriminated against (except by laws, but I was talking about individuals), god only knows, when that time comes, how that will shape my beliefs even further.

I just wish everyone could see the human side of us, not just our sexuality. That’s one of the major reasons I want to come out, because it’s harder to discriminate against those you known for years, maybe I can change the attitude here (I doubt it, but If I can change one mine, that would be worth it).

I want everyone that is involved in the gay marriage ban to live with a gay couple for however long. Then they might see that we don’t need fixed; that we eat, sleep, and love the same as they do; and sex is just a small part of our lives. If that fails…. Homocil.


I Felt angry when I was starting to write it, but that anger turned to pity; that they do not know the destruction they are causing. We will never know the greatness that these homophobes have destroyed. Many gay men and women commit suicide because of unaccepttance of their sexuality. i know, i felt like ending it a couple times in the past(I’ve even been committed once for observation), but by luck I was too big of a puss to do it. Not that I’m saying that I will do anything great with my life, but what if the next great mind of our time had killed himself? What wonderful thing could he have achieved? I known a guy that was in my computer programming class with me, i though that he might have been gay, and everyone picked on him; One day he didn't show up, he had killed himself. Another guy I know from the same class, was also picked on, he ended up hitting the Bottle and dropped out of school. These were bright people, destroyed by others that were blind to the damage they were causing.

Beginnings are often scary, endings are often sad, but it's the middle that counts. You should remember that when you find yourself at the beginning.
~ Steven Rogers

1 Comments:

Blogger Brian Smith said...

What is funny is that they truly think that homosexuals are the deviants.

Also, I have seen first hand how the death of my classmate affected those close to him. I went to Central Tech, for that computer programming class and Central Tech takes people from a wide range of local high schools and places them in an advanced class. He was from a different school then me, but after his death my other classmates (some which made fun of him) that were from the same school as him, didn't come back for a couple days. They seemed not to notice, at the time, the damage they were causing; but they were very close to him. Not to say that they were the only cause, but they didn't help the matter either. As a matter of fact, neither did I, I just sat there and shook my head and went back to doing work. It's so simple to look back and say that I should have done something or that I could have helped in some way. But at the time I was scared to be considered gay (and if I did stand up, I would be the target). His death has even affected me, even though I didn't know him that well, still to this day I feel sadness when thinking about him. He was my age (around 17 at the time) and he'll never be able to experience the wonders of life; and it’s a shame that he died so young; he was a very kind person.

8/08/2004 11:15 PM  

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