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Living amongst straight people is like walking on a tightrope of dominoes set end to end. That's their lives. Straight, narrow, unbending, locked nose to asshole in a line. I don't walk on a line of dominoes. One step out of place and they're knocked out of place. Can't do it. Their fear and numbness to their own pain chokes me. I stay away from straight people, they make me feel uneasy. When they're "nice," it makes me think of the word "cordial" and it makes me think that this is what they have been taught rather than what they feel, like getting a handout. They call me filthy, crazy and crude, of course this has no effect on me. Their lies and self torture raise a stench that they will never live down.