The Sad Truth
It’s saddening to know that if I had told my father I was bisexual while living with him, that I would have been kicked out of the house, or worse.
It’s sad to know that although my mother says she’s supportive, that she says hateful, closed-minded things about it when she’s angry.
It’s sad to hear that many people who say they support LGBT people, don’t know what transgender means.
It’s sad that after confessing to loved ones about being trans, that they refuse to acknowledge it.
It’s sad when people who disapprove of who I am go out of their way to make me feel horrible. That people who are supposed to care about me over-emphasize “SHE” when talking about me, or use my birth name with a spiteful tone.
It’s sad when people call a boy a lesbian.
It’s sad to feel like I have to hide who I am when looking for a job, for fear that a potential employer would be less likely to hire me.
It’s even more sad to know that as difficult as my life may seem, that there are countless others who suffer so much more than I.
But it’s truly inspiring and heart warming to know that there are people out there who give a damn, and who are working hard to make this world a place where we can all find happiness.
