we line up weeping in a sunlit room

I've come out to so many people, SO MANY, and yes it gets easier as time passes but still there is that tiny bit of anxiety which always persists. there is that one small moment where your heart skips a beat because you don't know how the person in front of you is gonna react, whether you are gonna be hugged or hurt, and this feeling is gonna remain the same, be it your first time coming out or the millionth. it's like your mind craves for acceptance just to feel safe around someone, and it just pisses me off that a lot of people face this everyday just to feel safe and at peace.

"well you don't have to come out, just mind your business and others will mind theirs"

no steve, you would do anything to prove that you are straight if everyone assumes you to be otherwise. pretending a major part of you to be non existent can be mentally draining. and honey, I don't wanna be around someone who might have an opinion that people like me don't deserve to live. I'd rather face the anxiety of coming out than live with that uncertainty. and it's just soo unfair to go through that much just to feel safe.

To all of my gay and bi brothers out there, you are beautiful. You are handsome as fuck. Every inch and curve of your body is sexy. You are loved and YOU ARE LOVABLE. Please don't beat yourself up to meet some stupid 'standards'. You will find someone who will love you for who you are.

My brain every night at 1 am for the rest of my life:

Y'all down for it?

When you are gay and exhausted as fuck