Your love makes me want to skate out the closet with a radio playing “I kissed a girl and I liked it ” your love makes me want to call every distant family member I have to let them know they can stop asking about when I’ll get a boyfriend or if I have a boyfriend at family events because I’m with a woman who loves me and makes me feel special and lifts me up before I can even get low. Your love makes me want to destroy every closet I have created for myself. Your love makes me have no shame for being queer. Your love never made me think I’d go to hell for it. Your love is pure and never to be confused with sin. Your love is pure and not to be hyper sexualized or fetishized by the same groups who condemn you. Coming out feels like daily battles having to always tell people you’re “gay” when you really want to say queer but you know their just not that evolved so you say “gay or "lesbian” so they can under stand and not have to ask you the overwhelming question of so
You like girls and boys? Like nah it’s not that simple and there’s always that one family member or members or even friends who “don’t know ” or want to have conversation about how and when it happened as if it is a illness that can be fixed. So I created these closets for myself allowing my self to be gay in the public eye but running back into the nearest closet when faced with adversity, but you love makes me want to challenge them all your love makes me Break down the walls of social acceptability and say fuck the norm we are love and will be respected . Your love makes me want to call my dad and remind him I’m gay, let him know I’m madly in love with a women and I want to marry her and have her babies.
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