"One Day..."

A few weeks ago, I had a revelation per a fabulous experience ... Somebody, A.K.A quite a great pal, had confronted and informed myself he's gay. He appeared incredibly relieved about how I acknowledged the information, being completely compassionate, supportive and understanding. The sex somebodies attracted to shouldn't compromise and jeopardize their reputation, nor taint their reflection. He's definitely not ashamed which I'm happy about, 'cause there's not one rationalization for him and any other being humiliated. That's terrible, and completely unacceptable...
...I'm quite complimented, seein' how I'm one of the first who's officially informed (His homosexuality isn't closeted, but he's not flamboyant).

He's assembling a L.G.B.T.Q.I.A (Lesbian, Gay, Bi, Transexual, Questioning, Intersex and Asexual) group, which I too was informed about, and I promised I'd enter ... Here's where the revelation begun: I said, "It's fabulous our school's allowing the Equality Group!" His reply: "Yeah. However, the Group honestly shouldn't be the priority that it's become." Goodness gracious...

He's absolutely right! Our world would definitely be a worthier place, provided clubs preserving and safeguarding our freedoms weren't vital. Not 'cause non-heterosexuality didn't exist, but 'cause non-heterosexuality was universally accepted.

Suburbians, I'm Bi-Sexual ... Although I'm drawn towards dudes, I don't doubt the possibility I could marry a woman. Who, not what, you are is what's meaningful!

I'm Bi-Sexual. Who cares? He's gay. Who cares? Those characteristics shouldn't cause any difference in perspective. One day...