If you surf long enough reading gay blogs you're bound to come across a bunch of bloggers who say something to the extent of 'I'm gay, i'm proud to be gay, it's part of who i am, and part of my identity and i wouldn't change anything even if i could'. I'm sure there are plenty of guys out there like that.
I fall on the other side of the coin. I hate being gay. I hate needing to live a secret life. I hate what being gay has done to my life. It has caused so much stress over the past 13 odd years and it just gets worse. There were times when i thought about suicide. Not that i made plans to off myself (i'm too much of a wuss for that), its just that death would've been so much easier than life. Well maybe for me, but for everyone around me it would've been hell. I couldn't do it to my family. I couldn't do it to my friends. I just couldn't do it.
So to conclude. Being gay means being a minority, being discriminated against, being too scared to tell people who i really am, harboring so many secrets with noone to tell. Being gay means living through hell, one day at a time.
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