We All Have Our Scars. That's What

It Really Did Take Billy Lucas's Suicide To Wake Me Up To, Kind Of, The Damage Of The Success Of The Lgbt Civil-rights Movement - Higher-profile Lgbt People - Has Done To Lgbt Youth Who Are Trapped Out There In Those Shitholes. But I Don't Think We Need Pride. I Am Still Opposed, On Philosophical Grounds, To The Flap Of The Rainbow Windsock And The Damage That Does To Us Intellectually.

I Got Picked On A Lot, Even By Teachers Too. I Liked To Listen To Musicals And Bake, And My Homeroom Teacher Found Out And Mocked Me In Front Of The Whole Class For Baking.

My Dad And Mom Were More Like World War Ii-era Parents, Even Though It Was The 1960s, Because They Were Both Born In The '40s. They Were Young Adults Before The '60s Even Happened, And Married, And Already Having Kids. But By The Time We Were Adolescents In The '70s, The Whole Culture Was Screaming At Parents, "you're A Good Parent If You're Open With Your Kids About Sex." They Attempted To Be Open With Us About Sex, And It Made Them Want To Die, And Consequently, It Made Us Want To Die.

A Lot Of People Think That Telling People You're Gay Is Something Someone Might Say Just To Get Attention.

A Huge Part Of What Animates Homophobia Among Young People Is Paranoia And Fear Of Their Own Capacity To Be Gay Themselves.