Not only did I survive extraordinary bullying once my preferences were discovered, but being made to feel as though I was the only person in the world who was "different" in that way nearly drove me to suicide, until I found out different. But that was only after I ran away from home at 16, lived under freeway underpasses, rest stops and park benches.
If only I'd known there were others like me, if only I'd had some support and understanding, and NO!... not just "tolerance" but real guidance, I'd have avoided many problems that gave my young adult life a deprived, poor start.
FUCK FUCK FUCK Tamara and all her ilk. No one "recruited" me, my older brothers can assure you even long before I realized it myself, that I was BORN THIS WAY, Bitch!
It's funny how the hateful opinions of LGBT come from those who've effectively cleansed their environments of anyone that doesn't fit their narrow little ideals.
Just a few facts straight from the National Coalition for the Homeless:
20% of homeless youth are LGBT. In comparison, the general youth population is only 10% LGBT.
While homeless youth typically experience severe family conflict as the primary reason for their homelessness, LGBT youth are twice as likely to experience sexual abuse before the age of 12.
LGBT youth, once homeless, are at higher risk for victimization, mental health problems, and unsafe sexual practices. 58.7% of LGBT homeless youth have been sexually victimized compared to 33.4% of heterosexual homeless youth
LGBT youth are roughly 7.4 times more likely to experience acts of sexual violence than heterosexual homeless youth
LGBT homeless youth commit suicide at higher rates (62%) than heterosexual homeless youth (29%)
I came very near to being one of that 62 percent in 1976. Living from dumpster diving, eating leftover french fries I could pilfer from fast food joints and sleeping in bug infested outdoor hiding places was no way to start my young adulthood. With the bullying words and bruises I'd endured at "home", even living in the dirt alone was preferable to that. But there were times the PTSD nightmares of being called "f'n faggot" thousands of times, becoming an entire community's punching bag, and the words of my own mother "Love you? I don't even like you anymore". I came very near to hanging myself from one of those overpasses if I'd found a rope sooner than I'd found someone who took me in. Someone who taught me that NO I wasn't alone. That I can have self-respect and be gay. That there were whole communities like me. That there were coalitions fighting for our rights. And I learned what hypocritical haters like this bitch Tamara and her so called "christian" idiots are.
Back then I never dreamed we'd have a president who would say the words "It gets better". The Jesus I know smiles about that.
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Can't believe it. They're like dodo birds.
