I stumbled on this recently:

I am the boy who never finished high school because I got called a fag everyday.

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

I am the one that lives on the streets because I am scared to go home.

I am the teen who lost all his friends because I told them the truth.

We are the couple who can't get the tax benefits of companionship because we are both the same gender.

I am the man who fears that I will never be able to be myself, to be free of this secret, because I won't risk losing my family and friends.

I am the sibling that gets called a fag just because my brother isn't ashamed of who he is.

I am the girl that was assaulted behind my school because some stranger wanted to teach me to be a "real woman".

I am the Christian who is discriminated against because many of my faith are not as accepting.

I am the guy down the street that can't get a disability pension because my partner is a male.

I am the man that is afraid of losing his job for expressing his true identity.

I am the mother that sees my son come home from school every day in tears because the other kids call him a girl.

I am the celebrity that wishes I could tell the world who I am, but I'm too scared.

I am the child that dreams of seeing my mum again. The courts won't let me because she lives with another woman.

I am the Youth Worker that sees hundreds of kids thrown out of homes because they were honest with their families.

I am the religious leader that was excommunicated because I said that God loves everyone, regardless of their sexual preference.

I am the woman who suffers domestic violence because I was pushed into a marriage to a man by my church to cure my homosexuality.

I am the girl who struggles to get up in the morning because school is so cruel to me.

I am the football player scared to come out because I might lose my contract.

I am the Christian that can't find a pastor to marry me to my soul mate, who is the same gender as I, in the eyes of God.

I am the woman that wants to join the army, but my family won't let me because I would look like a dyke.

I am the boy that always wanted a Barbie, but no one would let me have one because it was "gay".

I am the adolescant ashamed to tell my own friends I am a homosexual because they constantly make fun of them.

I am the student that had to switch to another high school on my senior year because I told my teachers that I was homosexual. One said I was going to hell; the other wanted to cure me.

We are the parents who buried out daughter long before her time just because she was "different".

I am the daughter, the girl you raised and loved. Now you won't talk to me because I shattered your dreams of ever having grandchildren and you are afraid of telling your friends for shame.

I am the one who can't face her own mother because she knows deep down, she disapproves.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

I am the person that cannot be myself for fear of what others will think of me.

I am the person who wants to be treated like a human being instead of an animal.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I wanted to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the child I bore, nursed, and raised. The court said I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grew suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the girl who believes God killed my uncle because the day before I started dating my first girlfriend.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

We are the couple who can never hold hands in public because of the disgusted glares that follow us.

I am the best friend, the same person you grew up with and told your secrets to, the person you don't talk to anymore because my partner is a woman.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the one who was not allowed to attend church because my "sin" would taint the other members.

I am the teenager who gets kicked off an all-girls swim team because I told one of the coaches about my girlfriend.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don’t believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the one who was shot and killed in a place I thought safe because of my preferences.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to "teach me a lesson".

I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male. I am the girl who is always crying herself to sleep at night because I am afraid of my mother finding out just exactly who I love with all my heart.

And my thought was seriously? I saw videos on youtube mocking homosexuals and my first thought was are you babies? I don't get some people's logic. They say this is a sin. I think they don't have a f* mirror. We are humans. We sin. End of story. The " Seven Deadly Sins" aren't deadly because they kill you. Nope. They are deadly because they are inevitable. If a boy thinks a girl is hot, guess what? It's lust. Sin. If a girl wants every single dress because the are oh, so pretty, its greed. If you feel better than someone, its pride. If you are so mad you want to hit something, it is wrath. Personally, I think homosexuals are lucky. If the person they love is willing to come out for them, isn't it proof they really love them? Nobody gets real love anymore. I will not lie to anybody. If a friend came up to me and told me they are homosexual, it will be awkward. In fact, I might even avoid them for a while. Nobody's perfect, but there is a limit. People who are lebian or gay stay silent because people who aren't can't. If you are who you are, embrace it. Not because I want to make your life miserable, but because you will know when someone is your friend and you will know when you are loved.

The world will be harsh, but you will be ready.