I didn’t choose anything. I wrote these words with fear and enlightenment. I am a homosexual queer. Those words mean so much and so little of me. I transcend an apparent mold you gave and listed, I conformed to nothing. But, being myself. Justified hate belongs not here and sensibly nowhere. I am queen king swan song.
I am not your drab gay best friend. I am an entity that thought and still thinks. I am not a demon, not a category, yet a human. I am beautiful and all together myself. Truly Phoenix rose
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