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Let's call today: 'Thursday, 19 August 2004'

pirategirl wrote in the notebook:
 
i mean really, who wants to be a legionnaire?

be soldier for the gay army right? fight and be proud? why, when the world is full of attackers?

theres a bridge for the trainline that lies overhead when you drive along the main road not far from my house. almost everytime I drive under it, I am reminded of the day I heard a sad story.

a young man, who lived in the area, came out as a homosexual to either his friends or family or both. they disowned him. he was scorned and persecuted and they wore him down into misery.

he hung himself from the bridge I drive under.

recently, I found out that another young man, a friend of mine, came out to his family - or rather, they overheard him talking and he was 'outed' against his will - and now his father has disowned him and is kicking him out of his house.

i fucking hate people like that.

i can only thank Ganesh that that never happened to me.

so you can't blame people that stay in the closet - it may be cramped, but at least it's safe.

the things that people do to other people. the world is truly a beautiful place, its just all the horrible people within that make it so ugly and unbearable.

i lost someone close to me because they were sexually abused and gay, they were messed up, like really messed up because of it. their own father forced intercourse on them and did horrible other sexual things to them.

i remember when she confided in me, my fingers aching from clutching them so tightly as she spoke. she faded away. and she hung herself from a belt over her shower-curtain rod.

dont you wish you could go back in time and take someone that you know is about to hurt someone else, and either A) use your knowlegde of the future to guide them away from when and where it's about to happen, thus intervening...... or B) beat the absolute breath from their body with a subdued glitter of rage in your eyes.

lock in option B thanks, Eddie.


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