Best debate ever. No, really.
My friend posted a note on Facebook yesterday. Here's what it said:
The following statements represent actual people.
"I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a fag everyday.
I am the girl who was kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I was a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because no one will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who hold her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled night.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in a hospital because they would not let my partner of 27 years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who were the only loving family I had.
I am not one of the lucky ones; I killed myself weeks before graduating high school.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for 2 men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting management called on me.
I am the mother who isn't allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised.
I am the woman who the court labeled an unfit mother because I now live with another 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 be the gym teacher until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the woman who died when the EMT'S stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was a transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I can be a 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 the door to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most. Love.
I am the person ashamed to tell my friends I'm a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them.
I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to "teach me a lesson."
I'm the pretty reddish-purplish color. :P Sorry for the poor editing. I was being lazy...
That's all there is at this point but I'll update with more if it continues.