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I read a story yesterday, about a gay man named Charlie Howard in 1982. Holy shit, I cried.
Fighting his whole life to be accepted, Charlie finally finds a place with a welcoming gay community. But oh no, they couldn't leave him be, the poor thing, small, blonde and asthmatic, only wanting to be loved. He even got an appartment and a kitten. Then one night, walking home with a friend,he gets jumped and kicked around. Then he starts to run, and fall, and the horrible, homophobic people throw poor defenceless Charlie over a bridge. He can't catch his breath, and he certanily can't swim, so by their act of horrible inhumane disgusting horrific BLAH, a bunch of homophobes killed poor Charlie Howard.
Then they strangled his kitten.
Our world is so fucked up.
Fighting his whole life to be accepted, Charlie finally finds a place with a welcoming gay community. But oh no, they couldn't leave him be, the poor thing, small, blonde and asthmatic, only wanting to be loved. He even got an appartment and a kitten. Then one night, walking home with a friend,he gets jumped and kicked around. Then he starts to run, and fall, and the horrible, homophobic people throw poor defenceless Charlie over a bridge. He can't catch his breath, and he certanily can't swim, so by their act of horrible inhumane disgusting horrific BLAH, a bunch of homophobes killed poor Charlie Howard.
Then they strangled his kitten.
Our world is so fucked up.