The Sad Truth

[vampirecola]

My friend Brit posted this on her LJ, and I had actually just gotten into a conversation about this kind of stuff with S.O.S., so I thought it might be appropriate to post it. Besides, a lot of this, I've experienced first hand (especially the bathroom thing...) But, anyway, it made ME cry even, so I figured it might be a good entry. Here it goes:

I AM

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a
lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire
a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight
through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried
our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the
hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the
room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken
away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish
they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the
attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will
probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed
myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to
bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found
out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who
never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the
management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit
the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother
because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence
survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they
found out my abusive partner is also a 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 teach
gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the woman who
died when the EMTs stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was
transsexual. (yes, this actually happened: read more)

I am the person who
feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didnt 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 their doors to my
kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most,
love.

Repost this if you believe homophobia is wrong