A message from Anonymous
I want to tell you who I am, but I feel as if I can't. I come from... Well, my home isn't really strict, but my mom doesn't really care for "gay" things. She doesn't believe in gay marriage and doesn't think it should be legal. We all think my little brother might be gay (possibly) and she keeps telling him not to encourage him (he likes when I do his makeup). I'm supposed to be a rich business leader, not an Earth-loving homo D;
Listen, I’m going to be stern about this.
don’t ever let anybody tell you how to feel.
My absolute biggest pet-peeve is ignorance, exspecially about the “gay” topic. I beleive there is reason they chose the term “Gay” to represent them. Gay, in the olden and modern defination means: Happy. I beleive it was the only word they could find to describe them. Being with the person they loved made them happy.
Excuse me, no offense at all to you, but fuck your mother. Fuck her and all her close-minded, uptight thoughts. It’s people just like her that make sweet people (like you <3) afraid to tell the world who they are. It’s not how they are feeling, it becomes apart of who you are.
If you’re little brother is gay, good for him. I hope he’ll be happy in life, whether he is gay or not.
Love is love. I cannot stress that enough. It breaks my heart to hear about people being scared to tell people how they feel about them, tell people who they are because both society and thier family has told them it’s wrong.
They don’t deserve to tell you what’s wrong. or perfect. or normal.
You do.Your heart does.
If you want to tell me how you feel, go for it. I applaud you. It really takes courage now a days for that because judgemental people make it so god damn hard.
I’m proud of who you are. You should be.
I am proud of who I am, and you should be proud of who you are and what you feel.
I LIKE BOTH VAGINA AND PENIS AND I’M PROUD DAMNIT.