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I remember thinking that Kimberly, The Pink Ranger, was the best because she was so pretty.
I remember marrying the neighbor girl using a rainbow blanket as a dress.
I remember playing base ball with the boys and being bruised and muddy.
I remember sneaking to watch Titanic because I could see Kate Winslet naked.
I remember watching Star Wars, Mars Attacks, and other movies so I could watch Natalie Portman.
I remember hanging her poster up across from my bed so every morning I could wake up and stare at her.
I remember all the girls having crushes on boys and feeling awkward.
I remember the first time I saw “All The Things She Said” and how it made me cry that everyone found it disgusting.
I remember my friend and I talking about how it must be a phase and that we were normal.
I remember going online as a boy so that I could flirt with all the girls.
I remember seeing Ellen DeGeneres for the very first time and wishing I could be as brave as her.
I remember crying myself to sleep.
I remember slitting my wrists and hoping that I never woke up again.
I remember standing in the grass, screaming at the sky asking, “Why did you do this to me!? Why did you damn me to this?”
I remember repeatedly wishing something would fix my problem.
I remember coming out, how I cried as I told people with my head turned down, ready to be rejected.
I remember becoming comfortable in my own skin only to be shunned and taunted.
I remember coming home black and blue and lying saying we were only wrestling.
I remember studying the curves of a woman’s body and thinking they were the most beautiful landscape.
I remember being grabbed by the arm and pulled away from view by a man who was confident he could fix me.
I remember being escorted into the office over whose hand I was holding.
I remember being forced to “apologize” to a parent for a small kiss.
I remember refusing to report the different abuses and harassments because I knew the punishment would not be worth the second beating I would get.
I remember seeing South of Nowhere and being so excited to see a part of myself represented on television.
I remember the sadness I felt when I was repeatedly told that I was damned to hell.
I remember the look of rage on my father’s face when he realized it wasn’t just a phase.
I remember the painful spots where his hands grabbed to throw me around.
I remember every disappointed look I was given, every slur shouted at me, every threat uttered, and every fist contact.
I remember but I no longer regret.
I remember finding my place in this world no matter the cost and becoming stronger for it.
I am here.
I am queer.
And I remember.
I remember marrying the neighbor girl using a rainbow blanket as a dress.
I remember playing base ball with the boys and being bruised and muddy.
I remember sneaking to watch Titanic because I could see Kate Winslet naked.
I remember watching Star Wars, Mars Attacks, and other movies so I could watch Natalie Portman.
I remember hanging her poster up across from my bed so every morning I could wake up and stare at her.
I remember all the girls having crushes on boys and feeling awkward.
I remember the first time I saw “All The Things She Said” and how it made me cry that everyone found it disgusting.
I remember my friend and I talking about how it must be a phase and that we were normal.
I remember going online as a boy so that I could flirt with all the girls.
I remember seeing Ellen DeGeneres for the very first time and wishing I could be as brave as her.
I remember crying myself to sleep.
I remember slitting my wrists and hoping that I never woke up again.
I remember standing in the grass, screaming at the sky asking, “Why did you do this to me!? Why did you damn me to this?”
I remember repeatedly wishing something would fix my problem.
I remember coming out, how I cried as I told people with my head turned down, ready to be rejected.
I remember becoming comfortable in my own skin only to be shunned and taunted.
I remember coming home black and blue and lying saying we were only wrestling.
I remember studying the curves of a woman’s body and thinking they were the most beautiful landscape.
I remember being grabbed by the arm and pulled away from view by a man who was confident he could fix me.
I remember being escorted into the office over whose hand I was holding.
I remember being forced to “apologize” to a parent for a small kiss.
I remember refusing to report the different abuses and harassments because I knew the punishment would not be worth the second beating I would get.
I remember seeing South of Nowhere and being so excited to see a part of myself represented on television.
I remember the sadness I felt when I was repeatedly told that I was damned to hell.
I remember the look of rage on my father’s face when he realized it wasn’t just a phase.
I remember the painful spots where his hands grabbed to throw me around.
I remember every disappointed look I was given, every slur shouted at me, every threat uttered, and every fist contact.
I remember but I no longer regret.
I remember finding my place in this world no matter the cost and becoming stronger for it.
I am here.
I am queer.
And I remember.
A short piece I wrote after taking part in the on going "is homosexuality normal/are homosexuals born or bred?" debate.
Traces certain events that link to being gay in my life.
Criticism/critique welcomed and encouraged.
Traces certain events that link to being gay in my life.
Criticism/critique welcomed and encouraged.
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this kicked all ass... real big ass..homophobic ass...
yes yes...
I really wish i were like you and able to write amazing things like that, things that make people feel something
yes yes...
I really wish i were like you and able to write amazing things like that, things that make people feel something