I can't believe it!
I am a member of myspace.com. You can chat and make friends, post bullitins and so on. Some time people post games like, "Answer these 50 questions about yourself" and so on. A friend of mine posted this:
I am the girl that transferred schools because I was tired of people telling me that my brother was a fag.
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong.
I couldn' t believe this post it was so sad and horrible and I do beleive homophobia is wrong and have many gay friends and co-workers. SO I REPOSTED IT, like the post said. And absolutly none of my online friends reposted. I really couldn't believe this one. I tried to convince myself that maybe no one read my post because they find posts anoying and never read them. But I also got angry and thought that they are homophobic and even madder when I thought that they read it and think homophobia is wrong but are too scared to post that belief that maybe if they did somone would call them the fag.
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I saw this posted on Xanga.com and yes, it's really sad. I hope it changes the minds of people who read it. Judging any group of people is always wrong. We treat our homosexual citizens like third-class trash, and it must stop.
Homophobia is wrong, and very sad.
I love you,
Mom
these are a few others i found:
I am the person who carefully hides my loving relationship from my social worker because I’m afraid the state would take away my foster kids (even though I’m the only mom they’ve ever had) if they knew I was a lesbian.
I am the girl who fears for her girlfriends life because her mother doesn't think she deserves to have it
I am the girl who was told by her own mother that i shouldn't have children because she would never wish that sort of 'messed up life' on innocent children
I am the girl who's girlfriend is refusing treatment of something possibly life-threatning because she knows that i will never be able to visit her in hospital
I am the girl who's parents are ashamed of her, because she doesn't want to hide who she is
I am the girl who's mother doesn't understand why i need to be who i am, when i could just pretend to be normal
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