Love is my Christianity. Reaching out and hugging people, despite our differences, is my Christianity. Opening myself to new perspectives and beliefs and accepting them, even if they don’t coincide with my personal values, is my Christianity. Caring about other people and their hearts is my Christianity. Celebration is my Christianity.
“We’re fine with your straightness, but just be straight over there in the corner, please.”
One day, I hope you have the courage to step out of that closet and be free. I hope you meet someone who will truly accept you.
There are days I’ll go back to his Facebook page and the angel wings photo that hasn’t changed. But then there are days when his page will come to me. I swallow the rock in my throat.
Why it is not okay to give these people the same freedom and rights the society gives to straight people?
If the world doesn’t want me, then fuck the world. If you do, then that’s good enough for me.
To be a gay man is to conquer a series of battles with the world but the greatest one we wage is a fight to love ourselves.
Q: “What does ‘queer’ mean, exactly?”
A: “It’s a catch-all term for ‘not straight.’”
I suppose that makes me a 14-year-old girl stuck in a 29-year-old man’s body.
I do miss Dexter. I think about him a lot. He’s a strand interwoven so deeply in my story.