Maybe One Day

I’m from a society where being different tears you apart and the legal system supports the mob that runs after you.

It’s so fucked up that we have to hide our true selves, hide behind this curtain of normality that this fucked up society has created. That one guy that smiles under his breath every time he has an interaction with you, who tries to be the sweetest person to you, you feel something in those interactions, something deep, something possibly passionate and long lasting. But, you’re afraid and he’s afraid. “What will THEY think?”, you ask yourselves.

It’s fucked up that being normal has to mean loving someone of the opposite sex, ignoring the human element of love and bowing down to what society thinks is right. Why do people have to ‘come out’. Why do you have to classify yourself under tags of being straight or gay. Why does a child have to worry about who they like? Why can’t every parent just tell their child that they love them no matter what and carry on with their day.

Society needs to realize that you don’t dictate love, it’s something embedded somewhere deep inside of you, it’s this fundamental human process that makes a person, them. I’ve liked boys for as long as I can remember, and mind you, I didn’t even know what being gay was back then. Then the realization came that what I felt was apparently wrong, I didn’t know why, I didn’t know the logic behind it but society tried to teach me to be someone who I wasn’t. I kept something inside of me for a decade, I tried to hide my actual self, try and be someone who I wasn’t. I forced myself to laugh at all the homophobic comments my ‘friends’ passed, while I broke on the inside. I knew I couldn’t control this, even though (at the time) I really fucking wanted to. I wanted to be ‘normal’ like my friends. Now, though, I’m blessed to be friends with the most amazing people to have ever walked the earth. Thank You Argon, Yellow, Pink, Antichrist, Demi, Eve, Matty, Accent, Bestest, Kennedy, Casper, Twin, BMW, Baby Shark, Disco and Husband for being there for me and maybe, one day, I’ll be able to share this fundamental piece of myself with my parents too and they’ll tell me they love me no matter what (fingers crossed).

I’m from a society where being different tears you apart and the legal system supports the mob that runs after you, but, maybe, one day, this’ll change for the better.