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Terrance Ó Domhnaill's avatar

Being different is hard to accept by a lot of people. You're either part of the tribe or your the enemy, as some perceive life and their society in those basic terms. I have a younger brother like that. You're either part of his tribe (with him being the alpha male) or the enemy, to be disparaged at every turn. Needless to say we have never really gotten along and we rarely talk.

I have made friends with folks in the LGBTQ community over the years and all they ever wanted was for people to accept them as they are. No judgements. Something I expect from people regarding myself. I am a little different than most mainstream people, not in a gender based way, but just my personality. I'm not afraid to stand up for myself and I would stand up for those whom I call friend, regardless of their gender orientation.

Being different should not be considered a crime but it is for some people. Whether it's their religious bias or just because they can't handle someone being different, or two-spirit, as the native americans call them. I don't think this is going to change anytime soon as humans still think with their forebrains instead of their logical brains first. Until we have evolved past that flight, fight or freeze instinct when it comes to something different than themselves, we're doomed as a species until a better mutation arrives on the scene. Something like when Homo Sapiens displaced the neanderthals and dysonians. Evolution, evolution.

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Anne Welborn's avatar

After my Dad threw my older sister out of the house and me and my two siblings got a lecture about homosexuals being 'not very nice people', - I understood very clearly that there was no way on earth that I could safely talk to my parents my own nagging identity issues. Having been got at by surgeons with their steely knives and given courses of injections which nobody ever explained to me when I was only young I knew I was on shaky ground with anything to do with the whole subject of sex and 'privates' anyway.

Mum did finally explain it all to me in my 50s, but I was well and truly out as ACE and non-binary by then. My Dad died when I was in my late twenties and I know he never would have accepted me living like the person I should have been in the first place if I'd just been goddamned well left alone.

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