So i'm writing a post. For the last 4 days. And I can't seem to finish it.
Not because I'm super busy, not because I don't know what to write about, but because it's a post about him - the guy I loved once, about my side of the story. As I learned it's not good to artificially stop thinking about things and hide them, I want (I need!!) to write my side of the story.
I'm writing a sentence, and stopping. And another paragraph, and I stop. I know it's like removing a bandage from a healing wound, you need to do it fast for minimal pain but I can't.
So keep on waiting, it will come. I promise. I'm letting it out.
Off to the beach again,
Imagine yourselves a world in which the normal is a man living with a man and a woman with a woman.
In this world, a doctor wakes up in the morning, gives his partner a kiss, says goodbye to his kids and goes to work.
A businesswoman meets her partner in a coffee place for lunch, talks endlessly and mostly does things girls like to do.
The pilot flies above the country and protect its citizens, looking like ants from the sky. He thinks of his partner that probably sleeps a good night sleep, knowing his partner protects him.
The university teacher is teaching a course about the origin of straight sexual orientation and the theories for its development.
A young guy feels the need to share things with someone, but he doesn’t know with whom. He gathers all is best friends, telling them that he’s attracted to a girl in his class. His friends are a bit shocked, but accept him as he is. They hug him, and tell him they love him as he is.
A girl telling her primitive father that she’s dating a guy for a long period of time, after he caught them together.
How would a straight guy or girl feel in such a world? Would he feel different? Strange? Rejected?
I was born gay. I will die gay. This how my genes directed my life to be. This is how god intended me to be. And I accept it as it is.