I might be a Lesbian...

I kid - I kid…
But I just finished reading the book I just bought, and I was relating to the stories that the lesbians were telling just as much as I was with the gay guys, if not more so. But there was one story that effected me deeply, it had brought tears to my eyes; I had to stop reading for awhile after that story. She was 16, and what I read everything seemed to be looking up, but she killed herself with an overdose. For some reason I feel like I’m to blame, I know it sounds weird but hear me out. I’m a homosexual, in the closet, and many of these people in this book said they wished they knew someone gay; and I feel that me being in the closet and not showing that we are here, might cause someone to do something similar. I feel guilty that I’m keeping this secret.

I thought that this blog, a documentation of my coming out, would make me feel like I was doing something, and to some degree it does, but I want to do more. I’m tired of seeing our people oppressed and belittled – I’m tried of standing by while assholes say that we are not normal – I’m tired of it all.

I wish one day, someone will read my blog and take comfort in that they are not alone, just one person being affected by it would make me happy.

Even though there were depressing stories, there were also some that showed how accepting people can be; but each one of their stories made me feel stronger. This book is one of the best things I’ve ever bought.