Inspired by my best friend
when you get punched in the esophagus
by a fistful of life
two million people die of dehydration.
So it doesn’t matter if
the glass is half full or half empty.
There’s water in the cup.
Drink it and stop complaining.
-Rudy Francisco, Complainers
Running on empty
I’m not sure how to fix it,
“round it up to ten.”
I’m sorry for punching my little brother when he got on my nerves when we were younger.
I’m sorry for the times my sister took the blame for things so that I wouldn’t get in trouble.
I’m sorry for talking too much and talking too loud.
I know you’re tired
I know it’s a lot
The weather is hot
You’re a bomb that’s wired
I want to talk about what it’s like to be LGBT and a Christian. I’m not here to debate theology, science, or anything of the sort. My goal is to share my experience to help others have some insight about the struggle that I and many others face. This is going to be one of my longer posts; please bear with me.
This is my second time confessing this publicly via some form of social media: I am bisexual. I’m also very openly a believer of Jesus Christ, a born-again child of the kingdom of God. Many of you will argue and wonder about whether or not I can be both of those things, but that isn’t the point of this post. If you would like to discuss that, feel free to ask me personally and I will gladly share my beliefs and listen to yours. However, I am writing this, as I said before, simply for the purpose of sharing my experience.