An E-mail contact called my attention to this. Mind you, by my own admission, I'm VERY mildly homophobic myself, but NOT to the point of being bigoted as I still respect other people's rights to live the way they want to as long as they're not hurting anybody. Unfortunately, far too many people DON'T, as these stories all demonstrate.

Please, repost this in support of your friends and loved ones who are. Love is not defined by color, creed, sexual preference, or gender. Feel free to add your own story to the end.

I am the girl who goes through hell and a half at school because I defend homosexuals instead of abusing them, and have been called the Antichrist because I don't believe people should be judged based on who they love.

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

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 a lesbian.

I am the one 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.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

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

I'm the one that has to keep my love a secret... because of other people who would kill me... for being me..

I am the girl who is afraid to ever say again that i am bisexual becuase when i first sadi ti, i nearly lost my boyfriend.

I am the girl who so dearly wants to meet someone I have always wanted to meet, but afraid to say even a word because her friends are always making fun of lesbians.

I am the Thing that is trapped, that watches you with sad and jealous eyes. I am the boy that will never be free.

I am the one who does not know which way to turn. The one who will try to be unprisoned , but will never be able to get out in time.
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 want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow 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 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 woman who died when the EMTs stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

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

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 a warrior for my country serving proud, but can't be my true self because gays aren't allowed in the military.

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

I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends I'm a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them.

I am the who isn't sure what she is. I am the who is rejected by her "best friends" because of a less-than-conventional crush.

I am what I am and I don't know who because I am always thinking about what other people will make of me. Who am I? Not boy not girl, just me and little people care about who you are and what you long for when you look like someone else obviously and your wishes and dreams seem easily to be guessed. Fail.

I am the person who would be happier as the other gender but fears that getting a sex change will cost me the love of everyone close to me.

I am the person who can only be myself over the internet because then I can tell my friends that I'm a man when I am....even if I do not have the body of one.

I am the girl who cried all night because her mother tried to convince me I wasn't bisexual, and refuses to have the conversation with me.

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."

This is the boy, Matthew Shepard. On October 7, 1998 Aaron McKinney and Russell Henderson lead him to a remote area east of Laramie where they demonstrated unimaginable acts of brutality . Matthew was tied to a split-rail fence where he was beaten and left to die in the cold of the night. Almost 18 hours later he was found by a cyclist who initially mistook him for a scarecrow. Matthew died on October 12 at 12:53 am at a hospital in Fort Collins, Colorado. MURDERED BECAUSE HE WAS GAY!!!

I'm the young woman who can't tell her family that she's bisexual, because they would disown her and condemn her to hell.

IF YOU BELIEVE THAT HOMOPHOBIA IS WRONG... REPOST THIS
AS "HOMOPHOBIA."

IF YOU ARE IGNORANT... IGNORE.

Please, repost this in support of your friends and loved ones who are.
Love is not defined by color, creed, sexual preference, or gender!