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it drives me crazy how humans are just meant to hold each other. how come when you hold someone's hand, your fingers just perfectly lock with theirs? how is it that when you hug someone, your face fits just right in the crook of their neck? how can your hands cup someone's face like that's their only primary function? it cannot be coincidence that our bodies are fully capable of holding another... we were designed to love

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THE GAYS HAVE

WON

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Nine years ago I would cry to the point where I got sick when my best friend and I would fight. I didn’t know how to tell her I cared about her as more than a friend because I didn’t have the language to do so.

Seven years ago I was called a slut because the majority of my friends were guys. I was a virgin who had only kissed two boys, but felt more comfortable around men because I got butterflies around girls and knew I couldn’t act on them.

Six years ago I went to a local concert with a friend and vividly remember having a crush on the butch lead singer of one of the bands. I still think about that night when I hear “Jamie All Over” by Mayday Parade.

Three years ago I woke up to realize my “best guy friend” finally acted on his belief that I just needed to get laid in order to stop being a bitch. I spent a year trying to understand why it hurt to have sex with men.

Two years ago I screamed I was gay at a party when I got into a fight with my friend about kissing a girl and guy on the same night. I cried all night trying to tell them it was a just a drunken lie.

I spent the year reliving that night and trying to comprehend what I had been feeling since I was 13.

It took me from 2009 to 2016, seven years, to feel comfortable coming out and even then I don’t know if I was actually ready.

A year and a half ago I had my first real relationship.

A year ago I said “I love you” and meant it for the first time.

Three months ago I experienced my first real heartbreak.

Today, I still feel like I need to defend who I am to everyone around me. Nine years wasn’t long enough to feel right in my own skin. I’m not sure anything will ever truly feel “normal”.

Essentially what I’m trying to say is please be patient with people. Everyone has different experiences in their life, but that doesn’t make them any less valid.

You are allowed to experience your life at your own pace.