Tag "Self Acceptance"

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The First Time I Was Called Homo

As a child, I was very effeminate. I acted a lot like a girl. My behind swayed as I walked, and gesticulating with limp-wristed hands while talking was the most

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AN ACCEPTABLE TOGETHER

“HELP!” I want to scream all the time, but I’m not quite sure who would hear my cry. It’s a feeling of dread, a pang in my chest, a never-ending

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You Ask Me: “Who Do You Think You Are?”

The essence of life Of the life we claim to hold dear Lies in our conformity In our ability to shrink ourselves Become less of who we are Morph into

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The Destination Of Me

i. On my forehead is an inscription that screams Q-U-E-E-R – apparently visible to everyone but me. They say I’m pretty, with the brows and the lashes. I roll my

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YOUR WAY

You were born this way, but you do not like that you were born this way. You have hated yourself and everything around you. But as you grew, you came

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THE TEMPLATE

The news making the rounds at home is that concerning my older brother’s upcoming nuptials to some pretty young lady. It feels strange honestly but I’m happy for him. In

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The Question About The End Of One’s Self-Consciousness Over Being Gay

David Hudson questions his internalized homophobia and wonders if it will ever go away in this piece originally published on gaystarnews.com * At what age does one’s internalized homophobia fade

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Lights, Camera, Action!!! (Episode 3)

The first time I heard the word ‘lesbian’, I couldn’t breathe for a while. I was in Primary 3 and in love with a girl in my class, Hazel. It

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ON NIGHTS LIKE THIS…NIGHTS OF SIN

On nights like this I become a sis Kneeling before a dick Hormones oozing sporadic I become, to others, a Sin * On other nights, I cry Wanting nothing but

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THIS IS WHY WE LIVE

The first time you tried to hang yourself, you could not find a rope in the house. Later, you’d discover one rolled up in a corner in the storeroom behind