Rant time.
What pisses me off is guys who say they don't like public displays of affection (Kissing in public) but you can tell that they just aren't comfortable with their sexuality. Be yourself, if people don't like it fuck it. Like fuck do you know how it feels when someone's like "Don't do that in public". It's fucking embarrassing. Why is every gay/bi guy like this?
If you aren't comfortable with being who you are, grow up. You can't live your whole life hiding your feelings in a house.
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P.s this picture is from Saturday but I can't be bothered to take another one.
P.p.s This isn't to anyone specific, just lots of guys are like this and it bugs me.
I have never been a normal girl. I have never truly fit in. I have this extraordinary gift to make the people around me believe that im like them, but if you open me up and gaze into who I really am, you would know that it isn’t true.
I am not strong like the other girls, I am in my own way. My strength isn’t found the way I walk, or the way I talk, or the way I am in public. My strength is hidden in the layers that I create to protect myself during the day. Its at night, when the shadows hide all the ugliness of my past, and where the moon brightens the part of me that already shines, when my strength reveals itself.
I guess if I explained the story behind the part of me that I hide, you would tell me there is nothing wrong. That it was a completely normal situation that I just didn’t handle very well. Maybe you would be right. But, you weren’t in my head when I dealt with it. The mind is a very complex place. It can twist a few simple words into paragraphs of confusing dialogue. It also has the power to turn a innocent situation into an experience that can scar a person for life. That experience, which I fear my mind created out of lack being able to explain what exactly was happening, is what I hide.
Years passed, and I grew immune to the chaotic thoughts that ran through my head during the night. Maybe “immune” is not the right word to explain it. I seemed to learn to love those thoughts. They made me who I am today. They gave me the ability to dream, to love, to laugh, to sing, to write, to live life without a fear of waking up one morning and realising I wasted everyday doing something I didn’t want to do. Those thoughts, came from my soul. If you somehow could capture the essence of those thoughts, and sewed them together into a blanket that covered my heart softly, then you would have a preview of what my soul really looked like. Incomplete. The edges of the blanket were frayed, as if they were cut in a past life, and I was yet to find the rest of my blanket. That left my heart vulnerable, and until I found the other part of my glittering blanket, and sewed the glowing frays together, I would risk having my heart broken.
When I first saw him, I could feel the blanket covering my heart waver slightly and then I swear I could feel it glow. It felt as if the frays off his own shining blanket, sewed softly, joining to mine in an unbreakable stitch.
His eyes lit up and sparkled a colour that looked like blue, but shone in a way that changed it to be a colour that I have never seen before. Then he smiled, and I was lost. Completely, utterly, lost. This boy, who would one day become a man, made me feel like I was indestructible, but weak at the same time. The only way I could be truly broken, would be by him. That doesn’t matter though because the moment I am broken, I forgive him. He has the power to heal me. This boy, who would one day be mine completely, was the other half of my glittering blanket that was my soul. This boy, had my heart.
It felt like I had known him in all of my past lives. Met him, known him, fell in love with him, shared a life with him, and then died together, travelling to another life where we have the chance of being together again, but in a totally new way. Every time I lay my eyes on him, it feels new. I could stare at him forever, and still find a new beauty in him everyday. There is a part of me that wishes I could show the world what I see in him and how he shines, but every time I try, I come with a loss of words. Its like catching fireflies in a jar. Its beautiful and amazing, and you could look at them fly around in there forever, but they are never truly free, and there is a part in you heart that makes you take the lid off, and watch them illuminate the light.
It is an understatement to say I love him, but it’s the only words that explain how I feel. He is my everything, that boy, and I hope in his eyes I am his everything as well. I could wake up to his face every morning. To see the sunlight shine on the freckles that scattered on his nose. To watch his eyes twitch slightly, while he is lost in a dream land. To see him wake up to another day in wonder and see him stretch and smile. It is the only thing I have ever wanted so much. That is why waiting isn’t a problem. I could wait forever for that boy, who will one day be a man, a husband, a father. The boy who is my everything.
There are so many people who take their loved ones for granted. Abuse them, use them, lose them all because of their own greediness. I would give everything to just hold him, even if its for a moment. Fleeting and sweet, I would still give everything. He shares things with me that take so much courage to say, and I can almost hear him hold his breath and wait for my reaction, which he thinks will be me running away in terror. But it isn’t like that. I cant ever judge him, just like I can never be mad at him, no matter what he does. Its not in my DNA to get angry at him, or to judge him. Its impossible. I don’t know whether he thinks im stupid for this, or whether he is glad. It can get so confusing. Sometimes it feels like he doesn’t want me around, so I clutch him even tighter like he told me to do in that situation, and the next day everything is perfect again.
I love him to the point where I would be his anything. I wish that statement was completely true, but I don’t know if I could watch him love another. She would have everything I have always wanted. Im afraid to say I wouldn’t let him go, even then. I would continue to fight for him.
Everyday, the blanket glows softly, reminding me that he is there in my heart. That he is a part of me, and always will be. I know that when we meet, the glittering blanket made from our love, will consume me completely.
I promise you, im always there. I will carry you when you need a friend. I will pick you up when your down. I promise you, I will love you until the day I die, and then everyday afterwards. I will devote everyday trying to make you happy. I promise you, I will always love you.
People's sexuality seems to be such a big problem to so many people.
In my opinion..
~I think a large percent of straight people don't like the idea of same sex relationships because it's out of the norm.
~I think being bisexual has become a fad. I don't think it's bad that you experiment with someone of the same sex, but just because you have done something with them doesn't make you bi.
~Gays and lesbians. I think people are scared of them for many reasons. I'm not.
What is your opinion on the different sexualities above?
Why?
Which category are you under?
I'm bisexual. Does that scare you?
I imagine that some girls would be frightened away by that fact,
Hence part of the reason I haven't told many people at my school and whatnot. It's ridiculous.
I'm proud of it, but I don't want to lose friends due to that factor about me. It's not like I want to get in the pants of all the girls I know.
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