Mush Meyers
As I sit here day in and day out, hearing the teacher drone on and on, I think about Blink and I wonder how he would look at me if I told him how I really felt about him. Would he tell me he liked me to? Would he tell me he only liked me as a friend? Would he tell me he hated me because I was gay? It's kind of funny I'm thinking about Blink while my teacher talks to us about safe-sex. Then I hear a kid ask how gays have safe-sex. Now I'm interested. Everyone starts talking at once, I can't understand a word they're saying. But then I hear this one voice cut through everyone else's.
"Who cares how fags have sex."
I've been called a fag, a fairy, a queer. It hurts deep inside but I always cover it up. Then it dawns on me now that some people will never understand. It's like how some people are racist or sexist. It doesn't matter that those issues were supposed to be resolved decades ago. To some people being a homosexual will always be a bad thing. According to some people being gay is the greatest taboo to break. So now as I sit here thinking I have a question to ask myself.
Am I taboo?