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Names. I've learned from my time that kids can be mean. And say names. Defiantly usually not pleasant names but kids think their funny. When we're young and clueless, it's all funny. But when we grow up. Is it really that funny?

Faggot, Gay, Lesbian, The Fag, The Queer Bitch.

That's a nice thing to be shouted at across the corridor or in the cafeteria or on the playground.

Kids shout names. And they laugh.

I usually sat alone in my bedroom. I'd cry for hours. No one would see. I would lock the bedroom door in hope for everything to go away. To just disappear forever. And sometimes, I would desperately wish to disappear forever.

If only I could make them see how broken it made me feel. The online world, and the real world.

I just wanted to shout at them.

"I'm gay. What are you going to do about it."

I was told to ignore it, and that it would go away. But they wouldn't.

The names can't go away.

They stick to your mind, they wouldn't ever leave.

I wish I had a comeback, to be completely honest with you.

"you look like a boy!"

Thanks honey, it was kind of the look I was going for.

"you gay or something?

Yeah, mate. You win. What do you want? A medal or some crap?

"Fag Queen!"

Thanks for the compliment girl! Yes bitch I'm the queen of the fags!

When I make these happen in my head, I laugh so hard and it makes me feel great.

I'm happy with my sexuality and gender and I will kindly suggest you shove your opinions up your ass if you don't like it. Because I quite frankly don't care at all :)