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About me:
I Am: Canadian!
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Birthday: May, 28, 1993
Zodiac Sign: Gemini
Birthplace: Sudbary
Current Location:Orillia
Height: 5'3 1/2
Hair Colour: Brown
Eye Colour: Blue

Homophobia/Transphobia is disgusting and it ruins lives. Many of the things in this post are things I and many othere have gone through and continue to go through every day. Just because you do not see something does not mean it does not happen, this shit happens every day and we must join together to fight it. End homophobia/transphobia.

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.

I am the woman who can't walk into a public restroom without being stared at.

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 young man who was raped and murdered by two of my friends when they found out I was biologically female.

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 the little girl who cries herself to sleep at night, because I am not allowed to wear a dress.

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.

I am the girl who constantly picks on the 'dyke' in our year, because I don't want my friends to know I'm a lesbian.

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 boy who is scared to tell his father that he is bisexual, because he thinks all queers should be shot.

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 boy who's parents don't understand why I have to be myself, when I could just pretend to be a girl.

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

I am the girl who cries herself to sleep every night, because she know she has to face the world the next day.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn't 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 too scared to tell my friends and family I am transsexual, because I might lose everything I have.

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