Alright, I live in a small kinda hick town, a very family oriented place. I love my town don't get me wrong, but i had the break down of my life awhile ago. In school, I had just started being VERY open about my sexuality (Pansexual, that means i will date a anyone, gender or sexual orientation of any kind dose not bother me, including transsexuals.) At first i had the support of my friends, and i thought it would be great, not to mention there is a small handful of other gay people that attend my school. But only a few days after becoming open about it, after word spread. A few of my friend stopped talking to me, even one i had known from age 3. people pushed me in the halls, called me a freak and such, and i even had gotten in a fight cause what i wished was still my bestfriend's boyfriend accused me of trying to hit on her, and he hit me, a few times, hard. But, keeping my head high i didn't do anything back. Once i had gotten home, the school had actually called my home, to make sure my parents knew, and, after that, my mother cried and my stepfather left. My real father, love him to death, told me i would be okay, and stayed with me while i cried. I know this is getting long,and i guess my point to this is, even though, at the time, it all seemed like hell and a half, now weeks later i feel great,I'm damn proud to be who i am. And any other gay,lesbian,bisexual, transgendered people out there should be too, be proud to be who you are, nothings wrong with you.
Love is love, no matter what.