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This is so horribly depressing.

I am the girl who got kicked out of her home when I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn�t have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the boy who killed himself after his boyfriend died in an attack.

I am the boy who faked sick because I was afraid to see what was written on my locker today.

I am the boy who helped viciously attack his gay friend, because he didn't want his other friends to know that he had been seeing him.

I am the boy who's afraid to look another boy in the eyes, because of what he might think.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

I am the boy whose father hits me because I told him I was in love. With a boy.

I am the girl who was shunned by her family, and put up for adoption when I told them I was a lesbian.

I am the daughter of a woman who can't stand my friends because they are different. They are bisexuals and proud.

I am the girl left out of everything because I confessed my love to a straight girl, who later confessed to me.

I am the girl who committed suicide because my girlfriend left me for a man.

I am the boy who is always afraid of telling how I feel, cause it is not the manly thing to do.

I am the child who grew up frightend, because my parents hate gays.

Repost this if you belive homophobia is wrong, and feel free to add to it.