The thing I learned from the TV is that I can be gay or three dimensional but not both.
That homosexuality is a death sentance.
That to be gay and happy is to be sacrificed as a heterosexual platitude within the next 60 minute episode.
That Hermione will never end up with Ginny and Dumbledore is dead anyway.
That I can watch (and mastrubate to) brokeback mountain as many times as I want and it will never have a happy ending.
That blue is only the warmest color if heterosexuality is hot.
I learned to love in broken metaphors and unfinished sentences
I learned my own sexuality in rejections and convienient diversity brownie points.
They say homosexuality is ruining traditional marriage and I would be proud to slay marriage and stand panting over its bleeding carcass.
I would be happy to fall in love but I would never be as presumptuous as to fall in love to be happy.
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