#HowIResist Campaign 4
Sexuality is not a lifestyle. It’s not a sexual act. It’s not a disease needing a cure.
It’s life itself.
It’s like being a black person in a city where every other person is white. It’s like being a five-foot person in a class of six-foot people. You will always be a minority, but you’re not a lifestyle.
You are life. You are valid.
Some people are gay and don’t need to explain why. They don’t need pity or validation. They just want to #Live – Kenny Brandmuse
#HowIResist
I resist by rejecting completely the notion that I, not this homophobic society, am the problem. – Dark Henrie
#HowIResist
I resisted by not letting my religion dictate how I should feel about myself anymore. I have accepted that I’ll never be able to reconcile my religion with who I am, and I am learning to be okay with that.
I resisted by no longer looking to the heterosexual society for some kind of understanding and validation. I have since then dedicated myself to learning, unlearning, being kind, loving myself, being open to loving and being loved.
It is difficult but it’s worth it. – Dee
#HowIResist
I realize that the media is a powerful tool for social change, and so I write.
I resist when I write honest stories that mirror the realities of different people.
I believe representation in the media, regardless of its form, is pertinent, as it gives us a certain sense of reaffirmation. – Cisi Eze
#HowIResist
Every other day, I stare at the mirror whose cracks I’ve memorised over the years. My changes are evident; physically, emotionally, mentally, psychologically. Yet, one thing stays the same: my desire for men. I realize it can’t change. It doesn’t change.
So I resist by being fully accepting of this reality, and rising above all that say it’s wrong.
I resist by being like every other. Ordinary. Human. I resist when I live. – Delle
#HowIResist
By refusing to be silenced. I refuse to be a murmur without a face. I am resisting by being bold, even in the face of oppression, and by meeting ignorance with love. May the lost be found; may the dead be at peace; and may the living be safe. – Deviantus
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Omiete
March 07, 11:44Once upon a time I stopped hating myself, hating that I am femme and that I like boys. The hatred arose because there was the need to live based on what people deem acceptable. So I resist by refusing to conform to people’s standard of life, I resist by rejecting the notion that a man has to only act in one type of way.