I’d like to start this by telling you all that
I myself am gay, as some of you already knew, and I understand that as soon as I tell you that, some of you aren’t going
to give a shit about a single word that I say. But if you could be a little more open-minded, and just read this, I would
just like to set a few things straight. (No pun intended.)
A lot of people say that you
don’t really understand something until you try it. This isn’t really true in some cases, but in this case, you
can’t really understand what it’s like to be gay, unless you are, and you experience the lifestyle that comes
with it.
I know you’d like to think that being gay is a choice that I made somewhere along
my life. Some of you are positive of this. Well, let’s take a little look at my past.
I grew up in a big family, in a small trailer, in a very small town. ‘Gay’ wasn’t even an option in this
town. It was unheard of, no one was gay. And I lived 12 years of my life being absolutely homophobic. I don’t know why,
I was just raised that way. I was never touched by a gay adult as a child, and no gay friend tricked me into bed. So why am
I gay? The truth is, I have absolutely no idea. I gradually grew an interest in the same sex, and I hated myself for it at
first. If I had a choice, I would have definitely not gone gay.
So why should I be so hated for
something that I didn’t do? Everywhere I go, people talk about me, give me nasty looks, or even throw things at me.
Some of you probably talk about me too, I don’t know.
Why would anyone choose a lifestyle that has such a
hateful follow-up? I’m sure that you all know, regardless of your religion, or raising, that it’s wrong to discriminate
against people. Being so hurtful to myself, and other gay people out there, is morally unjust. People are people. And all
people should be treated as equal human-beings, whether or not they’re different from you.
I’m sure that some of you still hate me. But it’s worth a try, to gain a little consideration of others' lives.
