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I am
human.
I am a brother, a son, a friend. I work fulltime, I go to
school fulltime, and I try my darnedest to have somewhat of a social life. I
love coffee at late hours, I read, I write. I love a really great plate of
nachos and my preferred drink is a Long Island Iced Tea. I think mayonnaise is
absolutely disgusting and generally avoid eating anything from a jar. I am
kind, I am intelligent, I am sarcastic, and some days I fancy myself a poet. I
do my best to make this world a better place it was than before, whether it be
through advice, a hug, or just telling someone a joke. I am gay.
Even though I am a complex mixture of various traits and
flaws, it is this last part that people seem to care about the most. Because I
am gay, most people think of me as vile, a sinner, somebody who is less of a
person than they are. They think that I “choose” this horrible lifestyle and
that somehow my existence is corrupting the very foundation of society.
They forget that I am human.