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Your peaceful, pleasant sleep is cut short as your world turns from a secluded black to a blinding pink.  Dazed and still half asleep, you blink open your eyes and are greeted with a ray of sunshine that has found the single hole in your blinds.

—It always finds that hole…

With a grunt you try to roll to the side but find your left arm pinned.  Blearily, you try to move your arm, but all feeling stops past the elbow.

—Whaaaaa…

You turn your head, confused at the loss of feeling in your hand.  The world is still out of focus, but after a few blinks you discover the cause.

—Oh yeah

Coming outDear Mommy, (Please read this and take some time to think before you call me into your room to talk)

I can't keep this to myself any longer. Mom, I am pansexual. Calm down, breath and I will explain it to you. Pansexual means that I don't see gender when I love, and no; its not the same as bisexual. Bisexual means you like men and women because you are sexual attracted to men and women only. Momma, when I start to have feelings for someone, its no because of their sexual organs; its because of their heart. I don't care about a persons sex or gender when I look at them. I love them for them, be they female, male, transman,transwoman, ge

A letter from a gay son.Dear Dad,

There are some thing that must be said between me and you. Some points that must be covered. For a long time now, I have hated you. For many different reasons. Let me explain.

For the first 14 years of my life, I did not know you as a sober man. Alcohol had consumed you life as fast as you consumed it. You were a raving, raging drunk whenever you were awake, or a passed out, smelly pile of rags when you weren't. It was pathetic to watch.

I have no doubt that the hardest choice you made during those years was weather to come home and pass out, beat up me, or beat up mom. How you could have ever called this a life is beyond me. You

just the way you arewhen i see your face
theres not a thing that i would change.
when i see your smile
my heart stops beating.
when i hear your voice
your all that i hear.
when i see your eyes
i cant help but smile.
your amazing
just the way you are.

Hello, I'm a boyHello, I'm a boy.

I'm a boy, and I am strong,
Nothing can hurt me.
I wear boy clothes,
Because I'm a boy.

I like videogames,
I like having fun with my friends,
I like listening to music,
And watching horror movies.

I'm just a normal boy.

I like girls,
Because I think they are pretty.

People are nice with me,
Because I am strong.
Because I am a boy.
Because I like girls.

They say I'm someone nice. Because I'm a boy.
They say I'll have a good life, that I'll get married, and have kids.
Because I like girls.
They say I'm a great person, because I want kids.

Someday, I'll live in a big house, with the girl I will marry.
Peop

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I CAN Send You a Letter, Dear

by ~HummingBluebird, Feb 6, 2011, 5:40:47 PM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / Post-Teen (Mature) / Free Verse

From one man to another
From one man to his lover
Is it taboo to write a letter
On this day, now or never?

Is it scandalous, our affair?
As we float, too high, on air
Though I wish I may, I wish I might
You're the only one for me tonight.

I wrap myself in your perfume
In the sweet embrace of your cocoon
To dance in the stars next to Ursa—bear
Will the world acknowledge such an affair?

I laugh and cry, you hold me tight
Our delicate love, to my delight
We won't hold back, no love to spare
As we lose ourselves in this affair

When we both are dead and gone
In our graves, side-by-side, along
Our children will accept and know
Just how much I loved you so

Over the sea and far out of sight
I am still with you on this night
My sweet love, my only man!
With love, from Afghanistan.

I CAN Send You a Letter, Dearby ~HummingBluebird

Literature / Poetry / Romantic / Post-Teen (Mature) / Free Verse

Well, here it is... My Valentine's Day poem. For the past three years I've done a poem for Valentine's Day, and this one just spoke to me eariler. Now, a man in the military CAN write a love letter to his boyfriend/husband!

Keyword: Affair.. I don't know why