So my dad just signed up with a program called the Hate Free Millennium, which is a really great anti-hate and violence prevention presantation done at high schools and colleges. The program focuses on three major hate crimes. Mathew Shepard, the gay college student beaten to death. James Byrd, the black man who was dragged to death behind a truck.

So valentines day was going great, and then it just spiraled out of control. A guy (who knows im gay) walks up to me and another guy in the locker room and says that he feels sick. We ask why, and he says its because he saw two guys holding hands. HOLDING HANDS! Thats it. The two continued on talking about how sick it was, and i was standing RIGHT THERE!

k, after talking to my dad, it turns out that the program will be a weekly, hour long show starting in augest, and that the show will be recorded so you can pull it up when you miss it. Still open for topic options. Thx 4 the support.

His arms around me tight,
His breath warming my neck,
His love is felt all around,
Filling the air with passion.
A throbbing heart is felt against mine,
As we head out.

A romantic dinner,
Candles, a rose,
Then a walk on the beach,
The waves crashing around
Our feet sink into the sand,
Our first date.

Driving home one the scenic route,
To make the time last,
Of when we can be near,

Coming Out

If I told you the truth,
The secret hidden within,
The one that has tortued many a youth,
And to many is thought of as a sin.
If I came out to you,
Would you see me making a choice,
Or coming down with a disease like the flu?
Or am I just finding my voice?
Coming out to a world so blind,
And shaking the status quo,
Will you truly care or mind?
Or will this turn friend into foe?

At this point, I really can't stand anybody. All of my friends think its discusting that i want a bf. They think im overly sensitive about people using fag and gay as insults. All they ever do is give me weird glances and talk behind my back. They just dont seem to get anything. I am so sick of them, but everyone that I know is like that. I cant wait till high school where people will hopefully be

My heart tears,
When I think about you,
Because I know that,
We will never be together.
While we are close in age,
And are likes are similar,
Distance plays the role,
Of ripping my heart.
Because you live so far away,
And I may never see your face.
Because you make me feel,
better than ever before.
Every word you say,
Makes me crave to hear more.
You make me think,
Of ways I can talk to you,

People watching from the outside,
Not quite understanding me.
They try to follow what i tell,
But they will never truly see.

I tried to tell my friends,
But they just dont get it.
When they think of someone gay,
The steriotype, I do not fit.

So I looked for help,
A friend, someone new.
And what i quickly found,
Was all of you.

Thanks to all of the people helping others on these