“That’s really gay!” they accuse their friends, oblivious to the person they are secretly insulting from a few feet away. Yet I find it in me to say not one word and instead proceed to my destination. Despite my being flustered and pained, I am able to casually ignore that insult.

What right do they have to use such an innocent thing as a disgusting insult?

What right do they have to make it a joke?

If only I could, one day, find the courage in me to finally stop to briefly say,

“That is no joke, for I am completely real.”

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