There were images of the protests that were going on in California, on the Tv. I was very proud of everyone who took part of it, to fight for our gay rights. I was laying on the crimson sofa, the black controler on my right hand, my brother suddenly walked in. He's younger then me, cocky and annoying little boy.
"Wow." He said under his breath, he then looked at me as if he wanted to say something about.
"I'm glad they're fighting for their rights." I said as I turned up the volume, a blank look on my face. I really wanted to say, we're.
My family dislike homosexuals, I'd say that they're homophobic, which makes my life even more difficult. My father was talking to my mother about the protest in the morning, I didn't really get to hear every single word they were saying.
Apparently it's wrong.
"I'm glad that they're doing everything they can." At the moment I was talking to my Grams, she's a religous woman.
"It's a sin, I'm just glad you're not like them." She replied as she looekd up from her bible to face me.
I believe that was suppose to mean something.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
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