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Gay solitário

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   Eu queria poder fazer postagens felizes sempre. Sempre falando do lado positivo da vida, mas... Eu não sou uma pessoa feliz. Já devo ter falado sobre isso aqui antes, sempre digo as mesmas coisas e acabo me esquecendo que já disse. Então falo novamente como se fosse a primeira vez e... Bem, isso é chato.     Eu não tenho pessoas com quem conversar, então, na maioria das vezes fico com os pensamentos na minha cabeça ou escrevo textos no word que nunca vou mostrar pra ninguém. Por um tempo eu estava bem com isso, mas agora... Agora não está dando. Sei que não vou ter resposta para isso e que provavelmente ninguém está lendo isso, mas pelo menos tenho a impressão de que alguém está lendo, de que alguém está me ouvindo.     Quero falar sobre a minha solidão... Sei que não é uma coisa exclusiva minha, mas... Como lidar com ela? As pessoas vivem dizendo que existe sempre um par de chinelo velho para um pé cansado, mas... Isso é uma grande mentira, sa...

Does it get better?

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    I know, I should make a video with everything I'm going to write here, but I am shy (and I'm not out) .     I'm just writting it because I really feel like I need help.     I want to tell the world that I am gay, and when I say that I want to tell the world I mean my mother. I think she is the only person that really matters when it comes to telling that I am gay.     In an older post here I wrote that my mother would accept it, but the most I think about her I realize that things would never be so easy. Everytime that somebody here says something about gays she says that if she was one she would never tell. She is the kind of person who says: "It is okay to be gay, but not in my house."     When I was younger she asked me if I was gay. I was fourteen. I remember that I told her that I wasn't ready to talk about it. She said that she would be okay with it. She said that she would love me the same way s...

To Get Things Out Off My Mind

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    “If you let your kids wear these kind of clothes they’ll turn into gay.”     “Nobody was born gay.”     “Being gay is a psychological thing.”     “God has created men to be with women.”     “He is just a kid he doesn’t know what is right and what’s wrong.”     “He should act like a man, he was born as a man, he should be a man.”     Yep, I heard these lines today.     Was I watching TV? Was I on the street?     No, I was at my home. My sister and a cousin of mine said that. I was really shocked. I’m not an out gay, but if people look at me they can see that I am not straight. They just pretend not to see it.     Well, the words hurt me so bad. They were talking about being gay as if it was some kind of sickness, some king of thing you can acquire.     Where was I?     My throat was full of words to say, b...