My first reblog. It describes how it feels to be in the LGBT community. Along with the reason why people like me who lives behind the closet always feared of coming out. I fear that HER past becomes my future when I decide to come out. And I just realized that if I don’t come out HER present will be my future. It is equally scary to have the real me die and let the mask of lie live. The closet that once protected me will suffocate me to death.
I was just another boy wanting to be a girl. Now, I’ll be just another boy. I have not complained, nor do I complain now. I only tell a tale, for that’s all I’ve got. A tale, some could relate to.
This is for everyone who sees the queer movement as a superficial rich kid’s tantrum. I hail from a deeply religious middle class family with strong roots in a place known for its gender based crimes.
One of these days if I stopped existing the world wouldn’t know but I don’t want to be just another lgbt person. I don’t want to be just another statistic, just another note. I want to see the light, I want to be able to hope but I don’t know where to look for hope, where to find it.
There was someone who told me, that maybe I should get my career sorted…
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