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I've grown up around homosexuals all my life, especially homosexual males.
Other wise known as gay guys.
Because of my mom leaving us with babysitters that were homosexual, I feel that my life is with them.
My "3rd mother", William, was probably the best of them all.
I always felt safe with him.
If I would've been with my granddad all my life and let him brainwash me, I'd probably be homophobia.
Just like him.
But I'm not and he can't accept that I'm bisexual myself.
Because of gays, in time, I learned that love is love no matter if you're gay, lesbian, or even a transvestite.
Love is love.
I can also consider gay guys as my family because I can relate to them pretty well.
Seeing as my brother is gay.
Of course.
My family KNOWS that he's gay and accepts it.
I tell them that I'm bi....and it's "Don't say that! That's a sin!"
Then I tell them, "....I'm an atheist.."
But they don't care.
So i don't either.
Wish that I had more gay friends, then I'd feel at home with myself.
It's an odd wish to some people, but to me.....it's a wish for a family.



I don't know why I wanted to write this..I just started thinking...and this just came up.