Born Gay – Claiming Light in a World of Shadows

A weary man carries a wooden cross along a rainbow-lit path through gothic ruins under moonlight

What does it cost to burn with beauty in a world built to snuff you out?

Born burning with the passions of Lucifer deep within my gay soul. In a world where the pure have power and control, and those born wicked face pain and death.


Beaten!


Raped!


Murdered!


It’s okay to abuse and violate those who lie with man as they should with woman. They’ve never oppressed any other group so hard, and with full global acceptance. They scarred my mind with words of hate before I could explode my deranged sexual lust upon the pure world.


Queer!


Fag!


Gaylord!


They set aside their differences to abuse and oppress the gay abomination:


Straight boys and girls


feminists and misogynists


black and white


Christians, Muslims and Jews united


I had to learn my inferior place in the world, and understand that I am an abomination. A delicate flower, but poisonous and diseased. Keep me away from superior men to keep them safe from my perverse desires.


Vaginas!


Periods!


Breasts!


Feminazi sex education beat my young male flesh with the stick of righteousness. No mention of why my body tingled when I heard the silky tones of that one boy who stood out from the others. A boy’s sexuality doesn’t matter.


What about the gay body – no, it’s not the same!


Daring to be a success but never to outshine my straight betters. Skip about with that limp wrist. Gasp! Let me talk trash. Only heterosexuals may guide me through life and give me their approval or I will die…


God, his dick is big!


My abilities don’t help with career success; a gay person’s mind isn’t that advanced. We spend too much time thinking about ways to corrupt boys.


Gay mafia!


Positive discrimination!


A queeny bitch!


Left-leaning liberals have a narrow tolerance. I am to express myself, although in a quieter and less forceful way than my straight peers; my effeminate views carry less weight.


Violence


Oppression


Hate


Make people laugh; I’m here to entertain with my abnormalities and perversions. A circus freak for the normal folk to point at and take pleasure from. Sure, it hurts but it is my duty to keep my tears to myself and accept that it is I who chose to suffer for my perversions.


Inferior

born to be abused


Wicked

born to be hated


Perverted

born to be derided


Born gay and beautiful comes with a price: oppression in this straight, ugly world. May their god forgive them for daring to question His decision to create me this way.

—H, still blazing beneath the ash

What does it cost to burn with beauty in a world built to snuff you out?Born burning with the passions of Lucifer deep within my gay soul. In a world where the pure have power and control, and those born wicked face pain and death.Beaten! Raped! Murdered!It’s okay to abuse and violate those who lie with man as they should with woman. They’ve never oppressed any other group so hard, and with full global acceptance.They scarred my mind with words of hate before I could explode my deranged sexual lust upon the pure world.Queer! Fag! Gaylord!They set aside their differences to abuse and oppress the gay abomination:Straight boys and girls… …feminists and misogynists… …black and white… …Christians, Muslims and Jews united…I had to learn my inferior place in the world, and understand that I am an abomination. A delicate flower, but poisonous and diseased. Keep me away from superior men to keep them safe from my perverse desires.Vaginas! Periods! Breasts!Feminazi sex education beat my young male flesh with the stick of righteousness. No mention of why my body tingled when I heard the silky tones of that one boy who stood out from the others. A boy’s sexuality doesn’t matter.What about the gay body – no, it’s not the same!Daring to be a success but never to outshine my straight betters. Skip about with that limp wrist. Gasp! Let me talk trash. Only heterosexuals may guide me through life and give me their approval or I will die…God, his dick is big!My abilities don’t help with career success; a gay person’s mind isn’t that advanced. We spend too much time thinking about ways to corrupt boys.Gay mafia! Positive discrimination! A queeny bitch!Left-leaning liberals have a narrow tolerance. I am to express myself, although in a quieter and less forceful way than my straight peers; my effeminate views carry less weight.Violence. Oppression. Hate.Make people laugh; I’m here to entertain with my abnormalities and perversions. A circus freak for the normal folk to point at and take pleasure from. Sure, it hurts but it is my duty to keep my tears to myself and accept that it is I who chose to suffer for my perversions.Inferior! …born to be abused… Wicked! …born to be hated… Perverted! …born to be derided…Born gay and beautiful comes with a price: oppression in this straight, ugly world. May their god forgive them for daring to question His decision to create me this way.—H, still blazing beneath the ash

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