18, Senior, Mother, Sister, Gay. I may be young but I grew up fast. I have the most wonderful son, Magnus Gage. Two strange sisters, one whom adopted my son. An amazing girlfriend named Ana. Last year of high school then I'm off to college. Living life one day at a time.

 

The feels.

The way she walks, talks, her motions, and facial expressions. They seem so perfect to me. I thought I met a person that’ll always be perfect to me. That perfect person is my little baby Magnus Gage. But this girl comes into my life first as a stranger then a friend. A simple kiss changed everything. We started dating and I caught strong feelings for her. We hit a rough patch but we’re stronger than ever. I love her. We come from shitty pasts but the future looks so much brighter with her. She accepts that I gave birth to the most wonderful little boy and wants to be apart of his life. I dont care if people think gay is wrong. You love who you love. I love my son and I love her. I can express how much those two make me happy. Don’t let people tell you who you can and cannot love. Everyone needs love. No matter who they are. Gay, lesbian, transgender, bisexual, or straight. You all deserve love. I found someone who I love and they love me back. ♥ its the best feeling in the world.

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Recently my grandmother found out I’m queer. Her response was to tell me that she disapproves of me living with my “friend” (i.e. my girlfriend) and that I should give up my vile queer ways and become a Christian (Lol). She even sent me a bible.  Here are its remains, which I made into black-out poetry.

Poem 1: Bisexual (from Leviticus 19:9)— “Have sexual relations with her.  Have sexual relations with him.  Have sexual relations with both a woman and a man.  Have sexual relations with yourself. Vomit on everyone who does not respect you.”

Poem 2: Fisting (from Judges 8:5)— “water/ lap the water/ drink/go down to drink/your hands/go down/I give into your hands/go down/encouraged/down/on the seashore/the whole hand/your hand/inside/I get to the edge/and shout/grasping/crying out/Beth/Beth/Beth/Beth/Beth/God/I came”

Poem 3: A Letter to the Exiles (from Jeremiah 28:13) — “Ze said: ‘Do not let lies name you, nor harm your heart. Gather. Raise the sword against them. They scorn and reproach, for they have not listened— again and again have not listened.’ “

Poem 4: Child (from Ezekiel 16:22) — “Your father and your mother rubbed salt in. No one looked on you with pity or had compassion enough for you, for on the day you were born you were despised. Live! Grow.  I looked at you and saw you were enough.”

Poem 5: Father (from Ezekiel 16:22) — “You never adored us. You became very angry. You took some out on us. Your sons and daughters were not enough? You slaughtered— in all your detestable practices— our youth.”

Poem 6: Misandry (from Acts 27:41) — “Dangerous men should be broken.”

Fucking beautiful.

I came out to my dad and he said “you arent in college yet…” laughed and then hugged me.