Do you ever open up to someone and get rejected? It’s more than hard. It can terrorize you for years. Being seen as wrong is hard. You have to learn to get past that. Not everyone can understand you and your worth.
My brain doesn’t work like other people. That applies to daytime and the night. It takes a lot for me to open up. Very few people get this privilege. Most of them aren’t here.
Anxiety and depression control so many more things than my mood or happiness. My ideas of right and wrong,; my ideas of happy and sad; my ideas of sex and love; it’s all controlled. I’m different. I’m wrong.
The gay community is so very “diverse” and “open”. Anything goes. Well, as long as you fit the role. Tops are hung and bottoms are whores. That’s the story. That’s the role. Don’t try to add dimension to those roles. Don’t try to think. You’ll be wrong.
I’m wrong. I am very wrong. And it tears my heart and soul into pieces every time someone tells me.