distinguished gentleman [poetry]

[Oddball]

Half of my nation doesn't think I should be allowed to marry.
A similar percent of my nation thinks gays are unnatural.
A similar percent of my nation thinks gays are evil.
A similar percent of my nation thinks gays are mentally handicapped.

That's a lot of halfs.

Anyway, being gay in today's society simply is not that hard. Seriously. I only had a slight problem with it at highschool, when some people saw me kiss another girl. They started going "ewwww she's a lesbian!" and I retorted with "Yes. And?" They stopped straight after.
I know some people you can't change their minds about it, I know that, I've been told I'm going to hell on several occasions. I laugh it off. Why should I give a shit about these people who are so frighteningly deluded?
I know EXACTLY how it feels to have to keep such a large secret. I had to live with my Grandmother for over 7 months quite recently. She always claims she's not homophobic, because one of her best friends is gay. Yet she says two women together makes her feel sick and angry inside. There was me sat there, knowing that if she found out about me, our closeness would be gone. But, you just have to deal with it, rather than sitting about and feeling sorry for yourself. That's just really not going to get you anywhere.
You say you've never written a poem about this subject before, but I know I've read several by you. And even your posts tend to revolve around you whining about your sexuality. Grow the fuck up and stop complaining. Please.

Well there's obviously a difference in who we are as people, then.

I laugh it off when people tell me I'm going to hell, I tell them I know.
I love that kind of shit.

What I don't love is the kind of power that they have over my life, even though I don't share their beliefs.

It's not what they say, it's what they do.

I don't say anything about my sexuality unless it's in the love life topic.
I find that that's a good place for me to whine and be a bitch.

And I assure you that nothing I have written has even contained the word gay. This was a first, otherwise I wouldn't have had such a problem with it.
This actually has meaning.

Mors, considering I've hardly ever seen your posts, and know little about you as a person, I can't say I've really seen you in the same topics as I've been.

Also, you claim that in highschool, kids saw you and said 'ewww shes a lesbian.' And you told them to fuck off or whatever, and they stopped.

Maybe that's how it works where you live, but here it's not the same.

The people here don't say anything to your face about it.
They go off and talk about the extremely distinguished gentlemen.
They tear down posters you put up, they deface your shit.

I don't just sit around and mope for my woesome gayness, I do something about it. I was in my Gay Straight Alliance throughout highschool.

When I hear someone say that something is 'gay', I tell them it isn't. It sucks, it's not fun, but it's not gay.

I defend gays that are struck down by the society I live in.

Mors, this poem is my moment of 'Oh god my life sucks.'

Me losing sleep over it has nothing to do with me being "".
It's me being angry, mulling it over, debating for hours with imaginary people on how being gay is natural, on how it's normal, how it's existed forever, how the bible can't stop it, how the bible can't validate itself, how marriage is a legal contract, how I shouldn't have to hide it.

It's societies fault that I even feel that I need to hide it.

In the same way it's societies fault that girls are getting more and more eating disorders, because they need to feel beautiful.

Things become social norms, ideas get televised, religions force shit into politics.

Y'know what, Mors?
You're right.

God forbid I write one poem about the woes of being gay.

I should write more about how I hate humanity.
Or how I want to murder everyone. That gets so much more done.

I appreciate that you deal with the same shit as I do, but it's obvious we live in different places with different problems.