its_ok_to_be_gay

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The mission: To show people that it is ok to be gay, lesbian, straight, pansexual or whatever sexuality you identify yourself as. Also, it is to help those who are struggling through the process of coming out/discovering you are gay/lesbian/bi/etc.




 
The Trevor Project: http://www.thetrevorproject.org/
National Suicide Hotline(U.S.A): 1-800-273-8255
Do Something: www.dosomething.org
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Contact us(if you have questions, would like advice or would like us to share your coming out story/story of a friend as a quote, anonymously if you'd like)cantprayawaythegay38@yahoo.com

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Quotes by its_ok_to_be_gay

 
 Closets,



are

for

clothes

 

 
 I am not afraid of..

-Muslims
-Christians
-Jewish people
-Immigrants
-Gun Owners
-Gays/homosexuals



But I am afraid of spiders


"You are not a bad person because you are gay. You are you because you are you and you were meant to be you so be you proudly."
                                                                                                      -Tegan Quin

              



“I'm a supporter of gay rights. And not a closet supporter either. From the time I was a kid, I have never been able to understand attacks upon the gay community. There are so many qualities that make up a human being... by the time I get through with all the things that I really admire about people, what they do with their private parts is probably so low on the list that it is irrelevant.” . - Paul Newman

 

The night I was torn from the pages of their Bible
and burned alive,
my ashes came down like snow,
and a girl who had never seen my face
saw me falling from the sky,
and laid down on her back to make an angel
in the powder of my bones.
 
From heaven, I watched her,
‘though my eyes were still flame,
and my ribs were still blue.
"They didn’t win," I whispered
as her arms built my wings.
They didn’t win.
 
Look at that moon;
it is a pebble in my hand.
Tonight, I could skip it across that fog-drunk sea
to the lashes accordion in the night,
and all they know of hate
is that it couldn’t beat the love out of me,
that when they dropped me to the grave,
I fell like a bucket in to a well
and came up full;
carving my lover’s name in to the skin of a weeping willow
that had spent its entire life laughing at the rain.
 
Hold me like a lantern;
staircase my spine.
When they bring the children to my funeral
to scream fàggot at my dust,
tell them
I was born in to their casket
but I wouldn’t pull the splinters from my heart
any more than Christ
would’ve pulled the thorns from his crimson head.
 
They can come a thousand times
with their burning match
and their gasoline;
with their hungry laws
and their empty mouths
full of prayers
to that God that greeted me at his gates
with his throat full of trumpets
and his tears full of shame,
as his trembling palms
collected the cinder of his children’s crime.
 
I know what Holy is.
I know that the soul is shaped like a bowl.
I know the lies we try to fill it with,
and we spill too often the orchards inside,
but my lover’s shoes were tied with guitar strings
and when I walked beside
there was a silo in my chest;
there was a field full of sun;
there was a river full of gold
that we left
to pick our sweet hearts from the trees
that kept uprooting tombstones
so the names of the dead
would crumble in to poems.
 
Write me down like this:
say my ashes never made the news;
say the jury was full of shotguns,
and say the snow that fell on the tip of your tongue
refused to melt away.
Say this:
to the kids hiding their heart beats
from their father’s fists
I planted the garden of my kiss;
I opened the night with my teeth;
I loved so hard that when they pressed their ear to the track,
the train they hear coming will still be my chest -
a rumbling harpoon; a sky they can not bury.
 
Look at that moon
I am a pebble in her hand;
a harmonica held to the mouth of the river where
nothing
ever
burns.

Gay Pride was not born of a need to celebrate being gay, but our right to exist without persecution.
So, instead of wondering why there isn't a "Straight Pride" movement, be thankful you don't need one.

 
Story by anonymous: I personally am not lesbian but my best friend is gay. He is the most amazing guy you could ever meet, along with his boyfriend, but they get a lot of people telling them how "wrong" they are for being gay. I am constantly told how terrible I am for being so close to them and I am often told that the reason I hang out with these two is because I am secretly a lesbian, these people expect me to be offended by being called lesbian (I do not get offended) and that is just terrible, using lesbian and gay as an insult, it is in no way bad to be gay or lesbian. Anyway, both my friends have to be told constantly how much god hates them and they were told they cant be apart of their church anymore. I was kicked out of my church for being so close to them. I dont have many friends because of this, nor do my two closest friends. This kind of thing has got to stop, my friend wanted to kill himself because of everything, luckily he didnt. But what if next time smeone isnt there to stop him? I hate living in fear that he will try again all because of so "homophobic" jerks. Marriage is a human right not a heterosexual privilege.

Story by anonymous: I grew up being told that my mother would never be able to marry the woman she loved. She raised me in a small town in the middle of the Bible Belt, where everybody knew everything about everybody else, which seems like a rather harmless thing until you realize that people are actually pretty horrible. Since they knew of my mother’s sexuality, a lot of bigots wouldn’t let their children befriend me, which in turn resulted in more children not wanting to be around me simply because their friends weren’t allowed. This lead to a good bit of ridicule, and, long story short, my childhood up to age 13 was spent alone. If they were willing to shun an innocent child because she has a lesbian mother, I cannot imagine how they treated my mother herself. Their actions caused the subsequent three years to be spent absolutely terrified of people. I developed severe social anxiety, which I will likely struggle with for the rest of my life. I get nauseous and dizzy when I’m in public, and I can barely talk to people online, let alone in real life. It caused even more psychological problems in me, but I'd rather not talk about all that. Despite all this, I have managed to hold a small group of friends, and even a boyfriend, who, because he identifies as bisexual, really understands my struggle, even though he didn’t have to deal with it for as long as me. He was actually told once that he couldn’t go to a church camp because he was bisexual, which is a load of bull, if you ask me. Another friend of mine was publicly kicked out of his church because he was gay. They told him he could only come back if he apologized in front of the entire church. I can't comprehend how humiliating that must've been. Another came out in the 8th grade, and I had to watch as people tormented and bullied him for several years following. Every time it happened, I wanted so much to defend him, but every time I tried, the words got caught in my throat. To this day, I have been ashamed of myself for this. Blaming it on my damaged psyche is too easy; I am a coward. Another friend of mine is too afraid to come out as bisexual to her parents because she knows they will kick her out for it. My life, and the lives of people I hold dear, has been severely affected by homophobia, and you know what? It makes me so angry. I should not have gone through this, my boyfriend should not have to go through this, my friends and my mother should not have to go through this. But we did. We all did. They can no more help their sexuality then I can my genes, and all our lives were marred by it. And that makes me so sick.

 




Gay rights are human rights. - Hillary Clinton


 

The mission:
To show people that it is ok to be gay, lesbian, straightm pansexual or whatever sexuality you identify yourself as. Also, it is to help those who are struggling through the process of coming out/discovering you are gay/lesbian/bi/etc.