A Bundle of Sticks
"I don't set out to be different , I set out to be me , people think it's different." For the last 25 years, or at least since I can remember any form of thought, I've felt different from what is expected to be the norm of living by the majority of people on this planet. Thoughts and feelings literally grinding along the edges of my skull, ploughing grooves of uncertainty into my inner most being. For 25 years I've been terrified. I've been terrified to let people know who I am. I've been petrified of being gay, I've been aghast of who I am and NOT what I am. (I choose to say "who" I am instead of "what" I am because being gay is who I am, it's a part of my identity. If I had to go with "what" I'd be saying that I am nothing more than gay, period). The beautiful thing about who I am is that it's always been habitual to me. What I've felt, and the thoughts I've had, had been