You'll Never Get That Smell Out

oting of a gay night club, and my mother's boyfriend telling everyone at the dinner table, that every single one of them deserved it. That he felt bad people died, but it's the "fags'" fault for showing it off. And that every single one deserved a reality check. I immediately left, and came to write this. It has just been over a year since my last suicide attempt, however I fear that it will not be the last, real soon. Unless it is the last attempt. With nothing left, J.V

They yelled at me. In my defense however, my sister (who claims she knew from the beginning) tells the reason she never had any boyfriends is because she's too young to know her sexuality. My father has become increasingly upset with her, so I advised her to stop. I feel bad for writing this, after all, my parents were raised to believe this. I also feel bad for taking your time, Reader-chan, but I'm only writing because I was near the breaking point. What put me there, you may ask. A recent sho

tried to come out to my father and step mother, I was made fun of, and my step mother told me I could only like girls if I wanted to have sex with every girl I see. I asked if she lusts after every man she saw, and she told me that it's different for fags. When I stated I only had feelings for one girl, they had the nerve to tell me it's because I've never had friends before. (Which I've many, mind you.) They told me I was too young to know I'm gay, so I asked when they knew they were straight.

t died for my sins, so that I can be forgiven, however, everyone I know is telling me homosexuality is on a completely different level. That GOD hates fags, and that is stated very clearly in Liviticus. However, it is also stated that you cannot mix animal furs for clothing. Which is what we all do. My family tells me it's very different, and are disgusted at my defending, "fags." Because of these actions of my family, I have only come out to my mother, who told me I'm going to Hell. And when I

So I know you're "queer" and I know you probably won't reply to this since you're almost never on this account, but I just need to get this off my chest. I am a fifteen year old female.I have severe anxiety and depression. I'm learning Spanish, French, and I'm trying to learn Japanese. Since last year, I AM happier; however, I am still trapped in my own mind, and in a very small, uncomfortable closet. I was born and raised a Roman Catholic, and I am pansexual. I have been taught that Jesus Chris

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