I'm queer.
do I have to spell it out?
Q-U-E-E-R
I'm queer,
do you hear me?
of course you don't
I'm screaming it from the rooftops
of the cityscape in my head
because you wouldn't understand
you've told me you don't want to understand
maybe it would be different when it's your own child?
more than likely not
I'm sure you'd be just as confused by me
just as disgusted by me
you'd call me it
you'd say
so you want to be a they
you'd say
you have to be a boy or a girl
you'd say
just choose one
you'd say
I'm okay with the gays, but this too?
this is too much
I know it's too much
I know I'm too much for your fragile brain to handle
so I pretend to be your pretty little cishet princess
because I want you to love me
even if the me I show you is an act
you love that pretty princess
and every so often I can actually believe I'm her
every so often I can pretend you love me
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Author:
Casper James (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 22nd, 2021 09:37
- Category: Family
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Comments2
Sad writing . Difficult to feel like we wouldn’t be accepted by our families when we should be
It is a difficult feeling and a difficult thing to come to terms with, but through the struggle, I've met some of the best found family I could ask for.
I think parents like square pegs in square holes, so when the square peg doesn't go into the round hole, it confuses them. Give them time.
I've given them years and they are no closer to accepting me. However, I've let go of the expectation that they will be able to understand me fully and I'm better off for it. Although it's painful sometimes, they're still my family and I love them.
Remind them you pick their old folks home.
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