This is written for every person who has ever been told they're not good enough. That they are inferior. This is my rebellion, my defiance and my belief.

If you don't like it (as regards to the subject, not my writing. If you don't like my writing, fair enough), I don't really care. I won't hold up placards saying 'Anyone with a superiority complex will burn in Hell', because I don't think that. I am not perfect, so I may be angry at you; I truly abhor ACTS OF HATRED. I have no doubt in my mind they're wrong, and be honest, do you?

Do you condone making another person feel rejected by society? Does making another person cry bring you laughter? Does breaking someone's spirit make you sleep easier at night?

I didn't think so. (If yes, you are indeed a psychopath)

I'm also not going to state my sexual orientation or gender, as I feel that would be self-defeating. The very point of this is to stop stigmatising people based on their sexuality, and so I don't want to act as if being another orientation is shameful.

Hatred will not be your salvation.

'Take the plank out of your own eye before trying to remove the speck in mine,' Jesus Christ (paraphrased.) A good quote, whether you are atheist, Christian, Muslim, Jewish or from any other religion.

"You looked at him before. You saw a barely adult boy, someone still hovering on the point of leaving his childhood years behind. You saw black hair, you saw blue eyes, you saw pale skin. Perhaps there was intelligence and intuition in behind those eyes, you surmised. But he was a person to you, he had a soul.

You stare at him now. Your eyes cannot turn away as they see an adult, fully responsible for his crimes against nature, against you. You see a man, innocence and naivety long deserted. Farewell, goodbye, so long, adieu. You see a devil's hair, you see a demon's eyes, you see Satan's complexion. He has no soul, he is a monster, he is evil in it's purest form.

Cover your children's eyes, for he will poison the hearts and minds of all who see his lustful, degrading acts. It will traumatise them forever and they will grow up into a replica of this aberration before you. He is the Seven Deadly Sins incarnate, and he is trying to deceive you into seeing them as the Virtues instead.

How long has it been between that past where he is innocent and God's child, and that present in which he has been baptised by Lucifer? A sliver of time, one atom of a second in a universe of millennia. What was his crime? What turned him from good to evil in a mere few moments? What changed about him?

Nothing. Nothing at all. All that changed was you. You look at him in that second and see the darkness and the lies and the corruption pour out of him. Endless streams from eternal rivers from infinite fucking rain. But it's not coming from him, oh no. It's not him that lavishly paints that black aura. It's you. It's you. Those lies, they seep and ooze and crawl and creep from your gaping, hypocritical mouth. It pours like vomit, disease and illness from you until you cannot see past it.

YOU HAVE BLINDED YOURSELF! You obscure your vision and your fragile mind CRUMBLES! OUT POURS THE WORDS OF YOUR BLINDNESS: FAGGOT, ABOMBINATION , UNNATURAL!

Oh, yes, you would dare to call me unnatural as you stoop and lick your own tar-like vomit off the floor. You don't stop, you don't stop until you have gulped down every acidic, venomous drop, and you dare to call me ill? I'm the one who needs to be cured?

Where did I pick up this fatal contagion? Was it as I touched my mouth to his? When I decided I would not be oppressed into silence any longer? I kissed him because I knew it was time I stopped living my life in the secrecy of shadows. I wanted to break free of the weights tying me to the earth, and to soar. To let the love inside of me flourish and grow as it reached towards the light of the Sun. I did not want it to become a withered, sickly thing that had all but given up. I needed the man who loved me so unconditionally, who loved me without knowing I ever truly reciprocated for so long, to know I loved him.

I lived for years hating myself. I hated what I was just as much as you do now. I thought that I was a freak, someone who would be put on display for others to goad and taunt and mock. I thought I was a sinner by just existing. And it almost broke me. It almost convinced me that I had no right to live, no right to ask to be treated as everyone else, because I was not the same. But what do us, humans, as a species always pride about ourselves? OUR UNIQUENESS, OUR DIFFERENCES! So I stopped loathing myself and saw myself for what I am. I am a sinner. I am just another person in seven billion. But I am not cursed or damned or inferior, I am not worth less than anyone else. I am one in seven billion, but I am just as important as every last one of them.

Love is good. Love is natural and right and warm and happy. Except if it's my love for another man, apparently. My love, no matter how honest and faithful is not good enough for you. And I find that sad. But it is not me I feel pity for now, it is you. It is you who has been deafened and blinded and muted by hatred. It has possessed you, until the only words you can speak are toxic and cancerous.

Cover your children's eyes and ears and mouth. Don't let them inhale your noxious fumes, don't let them hear your white noise and for God's sake don't let them see your bloody and vicious violence. For it will contaminate them, it will teach them to hate as you have. We must not let hatred triumph over love.

So now I will be defiant. When you call me those cruel derogatory names, I will laugh. It is not me you are hurting. When you wound me and draw blood from my body, I will be peaceful. It is not me those incisions and lacerations are killing. When you preach against me, I will pray for you. Love your enemies. Treat others as you'd like to be treats. Do not judge. I will find it in my heart to love you. I will look in my soul for acceptance. I will not judge you for your actions against me.

I ask you this, though: which of us is saved? Which of us is forgiven? I don't know the answer, and neither do you, but what we both know several things. It is better to spread light than to sow darkness. It is better to embrace than to asphyxiate. It is better to kiss than to bite. It is better to love than to hate."

What else is there to say?