I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a fag everyday.

I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to "teach me a lesson".

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the Realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.

I am the girl who loves her best friend but is afraid to let her know it.

I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends I'm a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them.

Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end
it

copy/paste this to your profile if this applies to you and add your own to the list. :P

You know you have been reading too much lemon when:

1. when you skip to the 13, 15, 17, and the epilogue of Empathy.

2. you read the sequel

3. you don't remember the last time you read a yaoi story without lemon

4. you made a list of tips on how to write a lemon

5. you gave it to your friend

6. you write your own lemon

7. you post it on fanfiction.net

8.you made the phase "lemony goodness"

9. you and your friend say it all the time

10. you copy/ paste this onto your profile

Love vs. Sex

A teenage girl about 17 had gone to visit
some friends one
evening
and time passed quickly as each shared their
various experiences of the past year.

She ended up staying longer than
planned,
and
had to walk home alone. She wasn't afraid
because it was a small town and she lived
only
a
few blocks away.

As she walked along under the tall elm trees,
Diane asked God to keep her safe from
harm
and
danger.

When she reached the alley, which was a
short
cut to her house, she decided to take it.

However, halfway down the alley she
noticed a
man standing at the end as though he
were
waiting
for her.

She became uneasy and began to pray,
asking for
God's protection.

Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and
security wrapped round her, she felt as
though
someone was walking with her.

When she reached the end of the alley, she
walked right past the man and arrived
home
safely.

The following day, she read in the newspaper
that
a young girl had been raped in the same
alley
just
twenty minutes after she had been there.

Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the
fact
that it could have been her, she began to
weep.

Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help
this
young woman, she decided to go to the
police
station.

She felt she could recognize the man, so she
told
them her story.

The police asked her if she would be willing to
look
at a lineup to see if she could identify
him.

She agreed and immediately pointed out the
man
she had seen in the alley the night
before.

When the man was told he had been identified,
he
immediately broke down and confessed.

The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and
asked if there was anything they could do
for
her.

She asked if they would ask the man one
question.

Diane was curious as to why he had not attacked
her.

When the policeman asked him, he
answered, "Because she wasn't alone.
She had
two tall men walking on either side of
her."

Amazingly, whether you believe or not,
you're never alone. Did you know that 98 of
teenagers
will not stand up for God?

Repost this as Love vs. Sex if you truly believe
in
God..

PS: God is always there in your heart and loves you
no matter what...and if you stand up for him he will
stand up for you.
I bet 93 of you people that read this won't repost TT_TT

If you hear voices of the characters in your head...copy and paste this on your profile.

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