Homophobia is the Disease

So, who exactly do you think you are? All of you discriminators, haters, human rights violators? Why do YOU get to decide what other people do with their lives? Who are you to tell somebody what they are doing is wrong? Why should you get to live your lives happily when others are being denied happiness and love? How do you sleep at night? Sexual rights are human rights. Why should some possess them and not others? All of you, living in your mansions, shacks, farms, condominiums, what is this to you? How does it involve you? Do you sit on your couch and constantly think about your gay co-worker, café barista, flight attendant, barber? I would hope you have other things to do with your time.

Why does sexual preference have to define somebody, make or break somebody, imprison or kill somebody? Two seconds ago, you didn’t know that dude dug other dudes, that that girl loved some other girl, that that man wasn’t actually a man. So why does this change your opinion of them? They are still good people. Their sexual preference has NOTHING to do with their personality, with their friendship potential, with their employment skills, with their capability to love.

These people aren’t hurting you. They are not dangerous to you. They are not diseased. They should not even be broken into a different category from you. They ARE you. They are human beings and so are you. So have some compassion. There are more important things in this world to think about, to worry about, and to prevent. Things like war, homelessness, starvation, and global warming should occupy your thoughts. Until you all stop judging and oppressing, you are the dangerous ones. Homophobia is the disease.

It's hard to explain

Just like a cartoon
there's a rain cloud
Above my head
It doesn't feel real
I want my life to be like the movies
I hate that there is so much violence... everywhere
Every moment somebody is dying
somebody is crying
somebody is laughing
dancing, singing, driving
living, running, falling,
I hate that I feel this way
I search for help constantly
Yet, I do nothing to stop this
I want to change everything, everywhere
Just like a cartoon
I am trapped doing the same thing
over and over and over
I just need a friend, a break, a way out
of this way that I am feeling, hurting, dying inside

Box

My head is resting against the wall, and I am laying in my enormous bed alone. I am not in the middle but on the right with a huge vacant space to the left. If I were smart, I'd move to the middle-to feel less alone. But I am on the right and the spot usually occupied by Jeff is empty.

The bedroom door is locked and the world surrounds my medium sized bedroom. In a sea of darkness, I am floating in a box. The apartment door is locked-twice. The door to the apartment building is locked. I do not feel locked or protected. I feel vulnerable to the dark outside world.

I do not live alone, but I am alone right now, and have been feeling alone lately.

My eyes are heavy, my throat is numb, and my fingers are restless.

I hear sound in the silence

I am not alone.