It upsets me when I hear gays talking about ‘getting healed’ as if homosexuality were a disease. Having accepted my sexual orientation as simply part of who I am, I’ve never seen it as some terrible affliction I have to battle and overcome. Yet to each his or her own. We all make our life choices and decisions and, though I may feel as if I know what’s best it applies only to myself and my own life, I have no business trying to direct or control the life of another.
How does it feel like, I wonder, to go through each day questioning and denying and hating a part of yourself? How do you withstand the world voicing and sometimes forcing their opinions and judgments on you when you already don’t like yourself very much?
Yea, I was upset. Now, looking at and listening to you, I’m just sad.