I don't know what more I can say that hasn't already been said. This whole week has been a veritable tragedy. My stomach is twisting and turning. My heart is pulling itself every way but upwards, my mind feels heavy.
A few tears have gone rogue and ran away from me, but that's the least I can give for these young people.
Not to be melodramatic, but I feel as if I'm in mourning.
In this particular case, I can't come close to imagining what this poor young man went through in such a small amount of time. The emotional storm. We know how hard it is to realize you're gay and the often dirty, scraping, painful, resistant, degrading process that coming to terms with that can be.
Then imagine that a tender moment, a moment of private trepidation, of learning, that comes with that process, is broadcast for anyone to see. And the people that see it, observe it as some sort of spectacle, a sideshow, something to be grimaced and sneered at. All of this happens and you find out. The humiliation you feel, such a personal moment made a mockery of.
It's hard enough coming to terms with one's homosexuality, coming out when you're ready despite the constant, unrelenting pressure that comes from the outside world...where being gay still implies some sort of abnormal quality, a illness of sorts. And underlying fear. As far as I know, he never got to come out of his own volition. Instead he was pushed down and spit on during a moment of possible clarity.
I would wish that no one would feel so overwhelmed that they take their own life. I'm sorry that this happened, knowing that it will continue to happen, I just want anyone that needs to hear it to know, that there are people that care. There are people with an absurd amount of love. I feel like one of those people. I know there are many people here who are one of those people. He must have seen a glimmer of that quality, looking for advice from people on here.
Not believing in any sort of life beyond this, I cry for the suffering he felt and for those who loved him that are now suffering as well.
I hope that we can all give someone that needs it, a small portion of love, of hope. If even for a moment. A smile, handshake, listening ear, kind eye.
Not sure what I mean to say here, just that I'm sorry that this horror happened to him and hope that something comes of it that can help us to avoid it in the future.
That's not right. Attacking ignorance with more ignorance is not the right way. Those people need to think.
