Have an early update, since I might not be able to post this tomorrow.
Thank you to Purple-Kissed-Wishes, shadowphoenix101, Lamanth, Beywriter, OnlyNotReally, StZen, 13Lulu's, Ugawa, 'Taco', Misty Elizabeth and alanacrystal for your reviews!
The odd thing about this fic is even though it has 96 reviews, it only has just over 1000 hits - that's the lowest ratio I have by far! More people need to read it, clearly, though the message is definitely understood by all you lovely reviewers.
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 mean, yeah, I'm not the best person in the world. I know I've been a right prick throughout my entire life practically – the name Johnny McGregor's more infamous than famous and don't I know it - but it doesn't help much when I can't hold hands with my partner without someone starting a fight.
Ok, I start the fights, but wouldn't you if you were insulted?
I wish that I could walk down the street with him without losing my temper. I wish people didn't think of gays in the way that they do; like we're second-class, unnatural, even disgusting. Maybe then I'd be more proud of the person that I am and maybe … other people would be more proud of me.
Bleurgh. Loathe this one with a passion. Never mind, better ones coming now. :D
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