I can’t say I can understand the pain and suffering of the author because quite simply I just cannot begin to fathom. But I sincerely hope that reading this helps you realize how difficult it can be when people around you refuse to listen and understand your inner self.
All I can hope for is that the author stays strong through this all and I am certain that happiness is just around the corner.
I was just another boy wanting to be a girl. Now, I’ll be just another boy. I have not complained, nor do I complain now. I only tell a tale, for that’s all I’ve got. A tale, some could relate to.
This is for everyone who sees the queer movement as a superficial rich kid’s tantrum. I hail from a deeply religious middle class family with strong roots in a place known for its gender based crimes.
One of these days if I stopped existing the world wouldn’t know but I don’t want to be just another lgbt person. I don’t want to be just another statistic, just another note. I want to see the light, I want to be able to hope but I don’t know where to look for hope, where to find it.
There was someone who told me, that maybe I should get my career sorted…
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