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I'd be his, if he asked

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TBH

I fucking hate judgemental people. I'm more like, Oh hey you smoke? Good for you. Oh hey you drink? Drink the fuck on. You've had sex? Chill! You haven't? Chill! You wear a lot of make up? Cool. You don't? Well all fucking right. I don't care if you have tattoos or piercings, I don't care if you have a lot of money or you don't, I don't care if you have a fucked up past. I'm no one to judge and neither are you.

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ur so fake barbie is jealous

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Sometimes I ask myself “why?” Ask how blue is the sky Why people say “goodbye” I just don’t know why

It’s like “why can’t we fly?” Why can’t a guy love a guy Why drugs make you high I’d like to ask “why?”

Sometimes it ends up with a sigh Why do we need to die? Can we enjoy life? While our demons spy

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#LoveWins and #LoveIsLove

I’m a teenage boy, lost and confused Lives in this world who dictates what he should choose Yet I’m just a boy who’s confused with his own shoes If I were to loved, should I really choose? Nineteen year old boy and still scolded for being feminine Is masculinity a scale to even begin? He cried out because he was too gay when he was bullied when he was fourteen He still contemplates why the world is this mean A man is for a woman, a woman is for a man they said it’s total abomination if a man marries a man The believers are cursing those women who tries to be a man Yet your scriptures promote love, for you believe it’s his ultimate plan

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I am a boy. A feminine boy. I grew up with girls, specifically with my cousins, aunts and my mom. I believe that kinda made an influence on my choices. (There is a social theory about that I just forgot what it is called) I have nothing against it though, I am happy with what I am today.

I like boys and girls. I find both attractive but I don’t want to put a label on myself because that’ll limit my interest or whatever I want to do with my life. My story sounds smooth right? But here’s the real issue about the world. We all know that homophobia is widespread (thankfully there are a lot of woke people living by now). The struggle of having a homophobic father is like walking on a path with thorns. I don’t know why or what but the LGBT is prominent on both sides of my family so I don’t see any problem to know that I am a decent person.

My mom and I gave me situations where she was just waiting for me to come out but I am still afraid. My mom is hands on my life and supportive in my choices. It tears my heart to think that my dad owns hate for gays. I honestly am exasperated. Whemever we see gays on the street he points them out and lay offensive jokes, God knows how disgusted am I hearing his comments and how much I wanna cut his tongue out. My best friend is gay and he already said nasty things about my best friend and honestly it is a big pain in the heart.

Until now, I haven’t come out of the closet yet because I’m still confused and afraid.