The day my society noticed my sexuality was the day I ceased to exist to them. Their perception about me suddenly changed. They looked at me in disdainful eyes. They stared in scornful sights. Family disowned me. Friends waved me off. I felt alone. I felt bad. Why do you all treat me as inferior just because I am not a Straight? Can’t I be adored for my inherent possession? As a little boy, I never knew having attraction towards fellow boys would be considered a taboo. I would describe those feelings as flawless and innocent. As a grown up, having such attraction towards fellow men is outside the norm and I am to be crucified for that. Who made such laws? Even if such laws are being made, is shunning me the solution? Well, incase you want to meet me for my full story, I am currently in some barracks - jailed for being a Queer.
