Why I Refused to be LGBTQ+ in Texas

Because I was a “fag” for being a “feminist Bernie cocksucker.”

Because I was a “flaming pussy” for wearing yellow shoes.

Because I was only valedictorian due to having “zero friends.”

Because I was told I get “no pussy” solely for posting art on Insta.

Because I was a “gay nigger-lover” for loving Frank Ocean & Moonlight.

Because, while these were the ones I wrote down, I heard worse.

Because, due to this relentless bullying, I was desperate to be straight.


Sorry for the vulgarity; I wanted you to see what it was actually like.

What it was like dealing with the worst of racists in suburban Texas.

I wanted you to know why my mind REFUSED to be remotely gay.

I hope it was eye-opening—that I persevered the hell, the existential crises, the bipolar disorder mania, & anxiety. I hope it was inspiring.

Thank you for reading. Please like, follow, share, etc. if you can. ❤

I Dream

I dream of a world wherein

gays aren’t suppressed, oppressed, or hence depressed.

I dream of a world wherein

sexuality isn’t relevant to politics, religion, or social issues.

I dream of a world wherein

“identity politics” and “LGBTQ rights” are obsolete terms.

I dream of a world wherein

we aren’t divided by arbitrary, socially constructed labels.

The First 25 Minutes

You may

call me your bae,

though you must know right away

that i was seconds from death just yesterday.

But before i swallowed the pills, i realized that i am gay.

Then i made this site 25 minutes later to play

with the many things i have to say.

Don’t lead yourself astray.

Follow me today.

 

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