jeg vågner en morgen, og med et står det klart

[ink_splotch]

Julie, sorry I'm so late, but happy, happy birthday! I hope you had a wonderful day, I hope you got great presents and I hope you're doing well.



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

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 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.

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 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 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 man who died when the paramedics 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 the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

Repost this if you believe homophobia is wrong.




I feel incredibly alone. It's taken me a bit by surprise - I guess I'm just so used to another presence always there, these past eighteen days that no that she's gone, I'm all alone. I miss her already and it's horrible and wonderful how my entire room smells like her, feels like her, but she isn't here. And it's not lonely, not exactly, I'm just...I'm alone. Here. Even with all the music going and the TV on, it's still just a little too quiet.

But dear god, it was wonderful having her here. So great and we had so much fun and just, it was so *nice*, so incredibly nice. I'm always amazed when I manage to fall more in love her, and yet I manage to do so every time I see her. And there was no bad time, this time, it was all great, Nik & Jay in Tivoli, U2 outside the stadium in the pouring rain, Pride with Alcazar's mangled Billy Joel, quiet nights in the summer house, watching Eddie Izzard and the L-Word and all those movies, going to school, biking into Copenhagen, my wonderful party with Tess and Sofie and all my old school friends, going to Sweden, going to Tivoli with Sofie and Tess, it was all lovely. I hate the end - I hate the way seeing Freya go up the airport stairs makes me cry, I hate how her eyes are puffy when she leaves, I hate having to hug her, kiss her and know it's the last time in months I get to do so - the goodbyes kill me, but I wouldn't give it up for anything. Anything.


Also, Freya and I have adopted a new bear to go with Bamsefar - this one is named Bernstorff and he gets to live with me. He's very cute *kisses nose*

Now, I am going to go collapse. After I see if amazon has A Touch of Pink (which is *such* a sweet movie, by the way. I particularly reccommend it for you, Tessie). Then collapse.

I miss her.

Comments

[lattara.livejournal.com]

*hugs and cuddles you like mad*

I'm glad you're back, and I am, as always, so very sad that you have to be without Freya.

Aw! A new bear! <3<3<3<3<3<3<3

[vampirespider.livejournal.com]

He's so adorable. I need to steal my dad's digicam at some point and show photos.

*hugs* It's quite nice to be back. Would be better with Freya here though.

*cuddles you*

[lattara.livejournal.com]

You really do.

I know, sweetheart, I know. I'm sorry.

*cuddles*

[muha.livejournal.com]

*hugs*

[vampirespider.livejournal.com]

*hugs back*

[thewayout.livejournal.com]

Aww, thank you, darling! I don't mind that it's late. ♥

[vampirespider.livejournal.com]

<3 Good. How are you, anyway?

[thewayout.livejournal.com]

Not too bad, not too bad. :D

[shubassdk.livejournal.com]

Aww, woobie... *huggles*

Love you <3