I Am Queer
Have you ever had that feeling that you were different from everyone else? That no one could understand you or understand where you were coming from? I have, everyday since that one day in grade school. No one knew some still do not. I feel like I have a door to open, but it's lock and for some reason I just do not want to make an effort to find the key and open it. You would not understand me, I mean even my parents do not. They look down upon me have I like different things. I am sorry I am not normal dad, what would you like of me? I've said to him multiple times. He just cannot understand that, well I am gay.
He was tall, short beautiful brown hair, and the most amazing eyes on the planet. I just felt a weird feeling in my stomach. I asked my mother about it, she said I had a crush on someone and butterflies were flying around in my stomach. Of course, she didn't know it was a guy. I liked a guy. I have never been able to admit that and still have some trouble with saying it. People just treat me different, they don't get to know me. They just judge me with stupid stereotypes. You fag! You gay boy! I would get this through grade school to even now. I am a sophomore and still being tortured for being who I truly am.
People ask me, if you had a girlfriend, how can you be gay? I reply I wasn't sure of whom I was. They just look at me like I had four eyes. You don't just know your sexuality at birth it's not genetic. People ask me, if you are gay why are you here if its wrong in the bible. I tell them, I don't believe in the bible. I believe in me and me alone. Again, they look at me with strange faces. People ask me, how do you know if you are gay? I reply I am who I am, and I learned that I am through time. I get these questions all the time; probably a lot of other gays and lesbians do too.
Some teachers even ask me about my way of life. They've asked me if I had people to talk to, had a boyfriend, and comfortable with it. They asked me if my parents were. Of course I lied about half of it. I mean my parents are not that comfortable with it at all. Some wonder if I can sleep at night knowing that I have to wake up in the same body. My response is, I am queer and I am proud, get use to it and I turn around and walk away from the crowd ready to take on the world.