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Originally Posted by Shinigami
In my family, issues like these aren't ones that you can sit down and talk about freely because my family are against homosexuality and would probably think different about me. Of course, it would make me feel better...I could get that of my chest...maybe when I'm a lil' older...yeah...when I'm a man.
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Your comment is rather surprising, you know that? I was always of the belief that the United Kingdom's citizens were very open-minded about such matters (or perhaps it's simply your family in particular?)
I've grown to feel a little envious towards those living in Western Europe of the US simply because I believe that their lives are much,
much easier than mine and that they don't have to put up with as much bloody crap as I have to over here .Eastern Europe still is
Homophobia Central, from many points of view. Example: I was assaulted in the middle of the street
twice, spat, cursed and laughed at simply because.... I wear my hair cropped short (!!!) Being biologically female means that I have to go through a lot of flack whenever I break the socially acceptable gender rules (which I constantly do!
)
Anyway, not to be off-topic... I simply couldn't stand the horrific
silence and the completely crippling sensation of
loneliness anymore. I wanted to tear off my oh-so hated mask, to be
myself, faults and all, leaving every single pretense aside. I wanted to be
honest -- both with myself and with those that I care for. I hated the lies, the duplicity, the assumptions, the feeling of being so far removed from those who would truly
understand, lost in the middle of a sea of strangers...
In the end, it was a question of mental sanity -- either I let the floodgates fall and poured every last drop of bitterness out of me, of I let myself be completely consumed by it.