love is love, no matter what

family parents and friends, they say that they are always going to be there for you.
till the day you tell them something so personal and terrifying like '' im gay ''.
instantly the air around them thickens into some grey cloud and all the bounds what so ever that you shared with them. are severed, just like that.
it turns into some silly fight that reminds you of elementry school, were someone bullies you for not having the right pare of pants or the wrong color on your shirt.
and while you are scared confused lost and lonely, they suck away all the oxigen around you.
leaving you with feeling of guilt, and thinking '' was it my fault? did i go wrong somewere in life? was it that first time i kissed the same gender or when i tried on that dress..''

really seems like we still live in the bronze age, except we dont get burnt on fire.. although it has happened. even the ''good'' people of christianity will spit on you if they get the chance too.
even though the bible says to love your next one and treath them like you want to be treathed back. i have never had any religion to believe in, and i wont until there's a religion out there that actually makes sense.

i think about this, alot. do ''streight '' people spend the rest of their life with someone. cause they love the gender of that person? or because they love him/her for who they are?
did they only deside to die together cause they fell in love with their penis or vagina?
i dont think so.
there's no either or, every single living human on this rock. have at some point or will some day. feel as if their whole life revolves around a person with the same gender.
a grown woman, that has another woman stuck to her membrain like an old gum under her sneeker. or the braves man fighting for his country, crying over another man that lays not more than 3 feet away from him in the next bunk bed.
your background, your religion, nothing matters. cause you dont fall for someones gender.
but a person. and no one can control it, its human nature. and it dates back to the day we first saw fire. even animals pair up with the same gender.

to me, its as bad as hating someone for their skin color.
and if we say something about it, we will be beaten down at our most desperate time in life and sometimes so bad we cant get back up.
i have felt this on my skin, and i still suffer from it. but i get back up no matter how many tears i cry. cause i wont let someone tell me whats right to feel, when they themselves feel or have felt the same and they say its not right.

if your son puts on a little lipstick or likes to dress up. why do you stop him? because you're scared of what others think is right or wrong? or because you're scared you'll be reminded of yourself at some point in life.
why do people put girls in dresses and tell them to have long hair? isnt it their choice to make, if they want to wear jeans and play with cars?
think about it, would you be happy. if someone took away your voice and stopped you from being happy. stopped you, from being you.

theres nothing wrong in people loving each other, is it? just cause they are of the same gender?
or because one of them are between genders or have changed to the opposite gender?
love is love, and it comes in every color and varaity. we feel the same as any other person would, just as strongly deeply and we are just as commited.
it does not mean we will bring that other person down, infact we will die for that special someone just like any couple would. we'll use our last will power in us on that persons life when nothing seems right for them, just to see that little smile we love. just like anyone would do.

as any other living breathing human on this planet. we are people, with feelings just like your next door neighbor. we share the same problems, the same fights worries pain loss and gain.
we're not a sin, not a dessise you'll catch. its how we are born, just as you are born with the very eye color and to every last skin cell in your body.
you dont have to accept it, you dont have to understand it. but atleast respect it.

no wonder people die, when we cant even have the freedom to feel and be ourselves.
when our closest family and friends, leaves us just because we love and feel. or leaves you with an scar so deep that it will never heal and make you the same cause of something they said.
my trust in people, i can with my hand over my heart say. its like zero.
i've never been the person to throw the first rock and never will i. will you?
or will you still be there, for your gay son or daughter. your transgender children or relatives. or whom ever and whatever it might be. or will you leave them feeling hollow and at fault till the day you die.