“They don’t know God, the devil is possessing gay people.” I was 15, sitting in the middle of a discussion about homosexuality. What’s sad about that statement is that at this time, I was a teenage boy coming to terms with my own sexuality, scared, clueless, young, listening to people you would think at their adult ages would be more wise beyond their years, and the punchline? They were my family. Growing up, I watched how much hatred for gay people plagued the world. A lot of hatred stemming from what I know now as the following of a false God, confusion of sexual desires, denial of the nonconformist, and the misunderstanding of humanity. No thanks to religion that formed the cult belief that the homo species are nothing but sex demons polluting the earth with sodomy and fairy dust.
They say when you're in your twenties, you go through “Phases” that occur at certain points in life. These phases shift the person you are to start a new point. But as we go through our shifts, we take hits that ultimately affect us as we move on… Well at least try to. These hits are turn into our “Issues,” and if those issues are not given their much-needed attention, over time we’ll have to work twice as hard to survive the emotional hell that is our life. I see life as a plant; the seed is planted and if nurtured correctly, it will blossom into something beautiful. It will eventually lose life when the roots are no longer able to be nurtured and cared for anymore or if something gets in the way of its life cycle.