Everybody – Love!

Let’s get some things straight, kiddies. And no, I’m not talking about my rainbow friends. Damn it, rainbows are beautiful and I like them a tad bit on the curved side. I am heterosexual and I give a damn.

The house I came from was very, very broken. I had a mother who was constantly working multiple jobs and balancing school and pregnancies, so she wasn’t there as much as it would have been liked. Instead, I was left at home with my racist, hate spewing, pig headed, All-Nazi “Father.” (By All-Nazi, I mean he is against EVERYTHING! Gays, Jews, Blacks, ANYONE who isn’t white, male, Christian, straight, and DRUNK.) When I was no older than two, my older sister and I would play dress up. I would put on her shoes and he’d have a fit. He would scream, cuss, hit people. How was I supposed to know the “Correct” clothing to put on? I was an infant!

My mother had the same issue. He said that she was making me “Faggy.” He’d hurt me for having stuffed dolls, baby strollers, or even a half decapitated Barbie Doll. I was raised in this unforgiving, intolerant hell hole of which there seemed no escape. I didn’t know what was wrong with the things I did. I mean, Why not? My sister did it!

When I was ten, my mother divorced him. A woman with six kids and two more on the way (After her next marriage, that is.) so doing this wasn’t the easiest of things. It was like a breath of fresh air. We were free from the oppression of that red neck tyrant (No offense to you southern folk, of course.) But it continued in school. I didn’t know what being gay was. It wasn’t allowed to be discussed in my home. I knew that a faggot HAD to be a bad thing, the way my “father” talked about it. Kids at school would call me gay and queer, even though it wasn’t true. It was because I always hung out with girls. Can you blame me?

The only male figure in my life was this total ass-face, so it was harder for me to trust guys naturally. I asked a friend what gay meant, and she said that it meant I liked the same gender. I said “What? No I don’t. Why would they say that?” Because it was an insult. Why should it be? How is it that we, the “Modern Century” the “Century of Technology” could fall to such a childish, ignorant antic as bigotry? Why is it a bad thing? I didn’t understand, and I STILL don’t. So what if you love another girl or boy. Is it any different from the way I love MY girlfriend?

This MUST stop.

I’ve been punched and teased for something I wasn’t. For something that I shouldn’t be punched or teased for anyway. Love is Love. We need more of that in this ludicrous world. Not hate. No more hate! So Straights – Love! Gays – Love! Lesbians – Love! EVERYBODY – LOVE! Let’s make this world a better place and end this nonsense!

My name is Bryan. I’m a heterosexual man and I give a damn!