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The guy who is taking out his own self-hatred on me and others. The guy who refuses to admit that God made him for another man. The guy who thinks that he can judge my "lifestyle" based on one aspect of who I am. ...screw you. Go get help. And I mean real help. Not a church that will only teach you to hate who you are. Talk to me. I'm religious.  And I'm queer. Yep, I've kissed a girl. And you know what?  That was one of the happiest moments of my life. This is my lifestyle: I scramble an egg for breakfast. I sing to myself. I sweep witch hazel across my face on a daily basis. I dance to myself. I regularly go to bed around 11

Good news from the land of the roses and the thorns! I was in a poetry slam today, hosted by the local youth advisory board, and I read In My Eyes and How Their Daddy Died before an audience of about 20. And... ...I won!  "In My Eyes" is going to be published in two local newspapers.

Last Thursday, I made out with a friend of mine.  He's gay, we were bored, and it only lasted for five seconds. It really got me thinking, though.  Here I am, teetering on the edge of 18, and where am I?  Kissing gay boys and getting a release because straight boys don't look at me as someone they'd like to love.  Too scared to engage with girls because I don't want to remind my family that I'm bisexual.  Lost in dreams which have only the slightest hope of coming true.  Listening to "The Guilty Ones" and wanting that. When I shared with friends what I had done out of sheer boredom, the consensus was, "You're such a slut... only not." Yeah,