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 “Mom? Mum? Can I talk to you?” My voice quivered. Both of them looked up at me. Mom’s head was in Mum’s lap. Mum was slowly stroking her forehead, leaning down to kiss her forehead while still staring at me intently. A satanic bible was placed in Mum’s lap, the thin, withered pages torn in a few places from continued reading. “You know you can talk to us about anything,” Mom said, smiling, sitting up a bit straighter. She leaned over to kiss Mum, who kissed her back. I took a seat on the couch and pulled my knees up to my chin, staring down at my cuticles. Even for a guy, they were pretty nasty. I took

It disappoints me how people think it's demeaning and disgusting for one to love their own gender. How we are encased and suffocated by the chains of society's realms. We have been brought up to believe that a problematic equation would be a gender in addition to the same gender – that it is ''weird'' for one to embark on a relationship with the same gender because it screams and shrieks of abnormality. I despise how people refer to being ''homosexual'' or a ''lesbian'' to be disgraceful. The irony strikes me that for a society that claims to be ''accepting,'' we have not made any progress whatsoever in terms of sa

Confessions of a Gay Teenager’s Lover August 30, 2008 To his mother: Your son loves you so much. He loves to see you smile and it breaks his heart to know he made you cry. He wants you to accept him and love him like you used to. He wants you to hug and compliment me like you did his first and last girlfriend. He wishes you could see how much his heart breaks every time you turn your head away. To his father: He loves you too. He wishes you would see him as something other than a wimp and a sissy. He wants to play basketball again with you. He wants to live underneath the same roof as you again. It hurts him worse when you call him a

Warning: Extremely short. Written out of frustration with my own personal life. Vampire at My Door, Part 0 (Prequel) 8 Years Ago My heart is pacing wildly, beating a mile a minute as Azrael dozes on the carpeted floor not even a full foot away from where I'm sitting. The beats are so strong they actually mange to hurt and it feels like any minute now the organ is gonna break free and explode everywhere. On top of that, my stomach is so filled with the feeling of whirling butterflies that I actually think I may be about to puke my whole body inside out. Doesn't paint a pretty picture, but it does manage to get the point across. I'm fuckin