To See the World in a Grain of Sand

I wish I didn’t cause so many problems for your family.

I wish you’d stay off my ASS.

Find someone else to second guess, judge, and bitch at.

The first thing that pops into someone’s head when I tell them that I’m gay is, “He’s going to have sex with everything and everyone he can.” This hurts my feelings more than anyone will ever realize. Dad’s been big on this topic and likes to use it against me any chance he gets. “I don’t want to have to wait by your hospital bed side and watch you suffer from AIDs,” he’ll tell me. “Then don’t,” I’ll reply back and turn to walk away. Truth is, he could get AIDs just as easily. Being gay doesn’t exclude me from having common sense.

The thing is… I’m just like everyone else. I have feelings, and I certainly have insecurities. But beyond all of that, I have not only the capacity to love, but the want and need to love and be loved in return just as everyone else does. So why is it that being gay somehow eliminates that from the equation when I discuss this with other people? Why do they assume I’m just a horny monkey who will hump anything half good looking?

For the record, that isn’t me at all. I don’t walk the halls at school and think to myself, “Damn, I’d fuck that.” My dad and everyone else who assumes that is wrong. I view the world as best as I can. I view everyone as good, decent human beings with the same ability to love as me. Why is that so hard for people to believe? Why can’t they see that love is love, no matter what genders are involved. It’s truly not a hard concept to grasp.

I hope for a day where we can all be on the same page, where we can all view people with love, not hatred, and where we can stop assuming what’s wrong and start asking the questions to get us the answer that’s right.

<3 :D

Sifting through your numerous tumblr posts and realizing some are directed to or revolving around me. So here’s one back. And here’s to ignoring the rest of your posts.

I don’t think you realize how much I care. If you think I can’t understand something, I think you’d be wrong. I understand a whole hell of a lot. Maybe you think I can’t relate? Sure we may not share the same problems but guess what, I’ve been judged my whole life. I know what that’s like, too.

I guess since I’ve convinced myself I was backing off, I felt like I had to put all this somewhere. Just know that I’m here, even if it makes no difference at all.

is being an hour away from where Lady GaGa is performing and not being able to go. I should be in line right now with the rest of her fans crazy little monsters.

^^^If that doesn’t encourage someone to get a job, I don’t know what does…