I use to go to church camp every summer, Ceta Canyon, Canyon Texas. There was this blond dude there. he had the greatest curly blonde hair. We were church camp buddies for lie three years in a row, he played the drums. He was gay I knew he was gay. I didn't care. The forth year I went back to camp. I was so excited to see him, I couldn't wait. I looked around, he wasn't there. . They announced at the beginning of camp, that he had died. It totally sucked.

I also had a step brother. I never got to meet him. I was away from my birth family while he was a part of it. He was gay. He killed himself, before I got to meet him. He killed himself. He was really young when he did. i think we would of been the best of friends. It seems as far back as I could remember I had a best friend that was gay. Wheteher they knew it or not, I always did.

Why are people hung up on who is gay, who is straight? Why do politicians make us hate each other over stupid shit like that? We don't hate each other. John Kerry doesn't hate George Bush. Hillary Clinton doesn't hate John McCain. But for some reason these slippery fuckers convince us to hate each other.