“Do you realise what people will think of us if they find out we raised a queer?” my dad said, Craig looked at him with utter contempt, I grabbed his hand and squeezed just to spend a message to him to tell him it was okay. The attempt to dehumanise me wasn’t going to work, she could call me whatever word crossed her mind but I didn’t care. “I doubt that most people will be bothered and I don’t really care what people think, it’s my life and I’m going to live it.” I replied. If people are too bothered about what others are doing in bed and who they are falling in love with they clearly don’t have much to fill their miserable lives with. I remained firm with my stance and would not be moved by the absolute outrage we were encountered with at this moment. “If you walk out that door you can never come back, you will not be our son any more, we disown you from this moment forward.” my mother said in reply, if she thought that would stop me and Craig being together then she was dead wrong, I was more than willing to walk out right now and if necessary never return, no matter how painful it might be. What she said was all I needed to be willing to leave now, I got in her face to tell her the final few words she would ever probably hear from me. “Okay, fine, I’ll leave and you disgust me, it should be enough for you that I’m happy, it proves to me you are not proper parents.” I replied.

This is an extract from a book I’m writing, just a tiny little bit, there is more and it’s in my blog if you want to read more (link below). Very partially it’s based on my own life and my family’s reaction to me coming out but mostly it’s based on a friend of mine and his horrid experience with his parents. I’ve always enjoyed writing and trying to put emotion down on paper. I’ve also read loads of advice columns and written some advice columns if that counts.

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          The worst limiting rule in my opinion is the one that is put on love. Something so wonderful, filled with joy, and magic should have absolutely no rules at all. I think everyone should be able to show love however they would like to, and love whoever makes them happy. If that means having wild sex behind closed doors, or holding hands walking through the park, it’s still love. There are many different ways of showing affection and none of them are right or wrong. For some reason the world also put an age limit on love, and I fully disagree. You can fall in love when your 5 with the little neighbor boy, and be the cutest couple 10 years later in high school, or you could fall in love at 80 after your husband passed away. The love bug can bite any one it wants to, there are no exceptions. You can fall in love at any age no matter what anyone else says. Some people even shatter society’s stupid, limiting, unwritten rules by loving the same sex. Love isn’t picky; it doesn’t discriminate against boys or girls, or the young and the old. Love is love, and that’s something society can never change. They can try all they want, but it’s untouchable. They protest against it, and think they are better than anyone who is gay, lesbian, or bisexual. If a boy claims to love his boyfriend, make no mistake people, their love is the same as anyone else’s.

          Society finds it fun to make up all these rules since they have nothing better to do. People want the power of controlling others, and since they can’t they find ways to make you feel ashamed of yourself, when really, you’re just fine and there is nothing wrong with you. No matter what you wear, what you dreams are, or who you love, you are your own person and that’s an amazing thing. There are plenty of limiting rules on limitless things; we just have to set ourselves free again.