Because gays are not acceptable. Because you don’t practice what you preach. Because when it comes to children you preach acceptance for other people. But when it comes to gays, oh no no no. Because we search for hope, and acceptance. Because it is not a choice. Because love is love, and because this love is none of your fucking business. Because you cannot grasp the concept that I am no different from you, or you. Because I am me. I am not changing.

I was old once. But perhaps I have always been old. Maybe I am young again. Or maybe I am not. What if souls recycle themselves? What if bodies are nothing but a mere plastic bin? They serve as nothing but to hold things. Yet, many people fail to see this. For we are judged harshly and sometimes unfairly on what these boxes look like. Why cannot we be judged on the soul at first shot. Not the outside of a cardboard box. Sure, we say, “oh! That box is pretty!” but what if the soul in that box is torn, tattered, and unstable. Nothing like the outside of the box. Take it like this, you have a unlabeled cardboard box. When you open it, there are riches inside. Beautiful stones, glass, notes of wisdom. So, before you judge me, please open me up, and take a peek inside. What you may find will shock you.