Prayers For Bobby

We need to talk about this movie. If you haven’t seen it, it is a must watch.

Every time I see this movie I cry. I am so connected with the main character its honestly so scary.

I know that this whole ‘I’m gay and my mom would never understand’ thing is a reoccurring theme on my blog, but that’s my life. Your’e not in my shoes so you don’t get an opinion. Advice is welcomed though, positive thoughts, and good vibes as well. 

This movie really hits home for me. (I wont spoil it for you just in case you haven’t seen it, plus the trailer does a really good job of summing it all up, but you still need to see it). But its basically about a young boy who knows that he is gay and also knows that his mother will not understand or accept him because she believes that being gay is a sin.

Why? Because she is super religious. She is the rock of the family, if we are talking religious wise. She wants all her children to be with her in heaven along with her and her husband.

When Bobby (the main character) admits to his brother that he is gay, after trying to take his life by taking a bottle of pills, the very next day his brother tells his mother that his brother is ‘a homosexual’. She boldly answers, “He’s not.

It’s almost as if I see my mom in this woman. She would give her life for God. As the movie progresses she tries to cure Bobby of his Gayness. Mean while Bobby is doing his best to try to grasp on to his mothers love but also trying to learn to accept that he just can’t change.

Soon his cousin from out of town is introduced to the story and her acceptance of Bobby really makes him more comfortable in his skin. He soon moves in with her after fighting with his mom on last time.

They’re fight is one of the most emotional moments of the movie for me. If you watch it you will know why. If you are a mother you will cry, and maybe, well I hope, you will think that that woman is insane. If you agree with her, then dam you.

At this point, its just tears after tears for me. No dry eyes. I wont stop crying until the very end. Until the last credit is played.

To know what happens next you’ll have to see it for your self, I can’t really explain it without bursting into tears again.

Why did I watch this movie? I don’t really know. Maybe it was just the state I was in? Maybe I wanted to cry? Who knows. I love this movie with all my heart. Even though it hurts me every time. I relate to it so much, on so many levels. I see my life being played out on screen.

I think it also reminds me what I will have to go through with my mother when she finally knows that I am gay. I know how it will be. The only difference is that she actually tried to change him. Not that part, but she kept communication with her son. Even if it was only to try to change him.

My mother is taught that they should break any form of communication with people like me. And I know she would because she’s said it before. This movie hurts, but it helps. It will forever be in my heart and it will for ever help me move on with my life.

I’m really great full that I didn’t end up like Bobby. But I still have a whole mountain to climb and I really hope that I still don’t go down his path when my climb gets rocky and unsteady.

 

Bobby’s death was the direct result of his parents ignorance and fear of the word Gay.

Before you echo Amen, in your home and place of worship, think, think and remember, a child is listening.

 

It’s My Fault She Was Hit

My life is like a really bad written soap opera. Who ever is writing the script needs to do a rewrite, because I’m honestly tired. And it’s getting too out of hand.

I was at work when my mom texted me saying that my ex’s mom wanted to talk to her in person. It was rather strange for me. Immediately all the thoughts flooded to my head, did she find out? Did she see something online about me? Did she see me celebrate my birthday?

When you don’t know the facts the mind can be one of the most creative places ever to exist. That’s where my mind went to. My deepest fears.

She then asked if we could talk when I got home. I messaged her yes while I was shaking my head no. Was I about to come out? I prepped myself. What was I going to say? How was I going to tell my side of the story? How was I going to explain it?

I got home and things were more quiet than usual. As if someone sound proofed the rest of the world from our home.

She was ready at the kitchen table. Calm. Gathered. I sat on the other side. She had been crying. I could tell by the way her eyes look. Tired, concerned, and irritated.

What came out of her mouth next was not what I had rehearsed on the drive home.

My ex’s father had hit my ex. Across the face. Bloody nose and everything.

I felt cold. I felt terror. I felt like I should have been the one to take the blow. I deserved it anyway. I put her in the line of Fire. I used her as a road block, as a speed bump, something to help me run and hide from who I really am.

I asked her why. What happened? I could barley manage the words out of my mouth. It was dry. I needed water. I felt faint. I almost threw up.

She told me that she’s been sad ever since our break up. She’d been depressed. She’s been missing.. me. She’s been angry, furious. Why? At who? Her father. Because I put that in her head. Because I told her things weren’t going to work out because her father was too over protective. Because he would never let her spend time with me. Because he would never let me go over. Because he would never let me see her. Because he ruined our relationship.

It’s my fault she was hit.

It’s my fault she took too much and finally screamed her guts out to her abusive father.

It was my fault he didn’t take it well. I turned her against him. I did.

It’s my fault.

I feel like all this time I’ve been carrying gallons of gasoline, but it’s been leaking for the longest time and everything behind me is now catching fire.

When will the fire catch up to me?

Hating Work Made Me Late

It’s Monday. I know, I’m sorry I reminded you. But mine is worse than your’s, hear me out. I woke up today like a usual normal day. (You know, hating the fact that I had to go to work). I did not want to get up at all, so I stayed in bed to an unreasonable time. The thought of going to work made me want to vomit all over myself.

But I got up as soon as I calculated that I had enough time to make it to work even though I stayed in bed as long as I could. I made my lunch, changed, and was in my car maybe five minutes later, if that’s not a world record I don’t know what is.

But get this. THIS was a sign from God. Or destiny or faith or what ever her name is. (Back story info: we have a gate that opens automatically at our home). So while I was trying to pull out of the drive way, the gate would not open. I was pressing the button uncontrollably and very aggressively and that didn’t seem to help. I even got off my car to see if pushing it would help. But I have the strength of a week old bunny so of course nothing happened.

As soon as I got back in my car the door magically decided it was time to open. After making me five minutes late and seeing how I was not going to make it to work on time in only ten minutes I decided to just use sick time and go in work two hours later.

A moment of relief came to me. No work for two hours, what a blessing. So with my time I decided to go to Starbucks because I’m basic as hell. And I wanted to work on my next YouTube video. So check that out.

The time has come though, I have to go to hell. I have 30 minutes to get there and I’m going to try to stretch every second that I came so it becomes longer, but at least on the bright side I wont be at work for that long .


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Loser.

Let’s get something super straight here. I’m a loser. No I’m a Loser with a capital “L”. I’m weird and socially awkward and sometimes I’m super timid and shy and can’t seem to understand how humans interact.

Ok now that we got that out of the way.

It is NOT ok to point that out. Sure, yes I make fun of myself all the time but that’s my way of coping with my issues. Are they healthy? Absolutely not, but it’s better than what I was doing it before. Are there other easier ways? To be honest I have no clue.

Another thing, a cruel thing, is for you to come at me and point out my insecurities. First of all you have no right. Second, what the actual sjfiebdosbd. And third, when it comes from someone that is not me, it feels like an insult, like a personal attack from an outsider. My mind doesn’t process that information correctly because you have no right, as I said, to make fun of my person.

I hate people like that. I’m not making fun of you. I’m making fun of me, so stop. Also, I hate getting called out.

***gets a new hair cut***

Random person one: you trying to model now?

Random person two: ***gives an opinion that was not asked for***

I’m sorry did I ask you to rate my hair? Did I ask you for your opinion before I cut my hair? No, so why the hell do you think I want it now? Bro, if it looks good, tell me, if not then shut up and eat my sock.

I blush easily. It’s one of my pet peeves. BOOOOOY is it ever. I’m pale as a ghost, so just imagine. Someone can say soemthing or no this is better, someone can bring the attention of everyone to me and I will blush. It’s true. It’s worse when they say, why are you blushing? Um I don’t know maybe because I’m a freaking human with emotions?!

I don’t like unwanted attention. I feel like I can get a lot of amens on that. But even when I want the attention I still blush. It’s a never ending cycle of hate.

You know what? I don’t know why I even started talking. This is when I know I’ve said to much. Just had something on my chest and now it’s off and I feel great so good night, peace, I’m out .


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I Hate How Some Gays Act Like Girls

Date from hell.

That’s the only way I can describe the date I went to this past Friday night. No, nothing really happened in the aspect of weird scenarios, but the fact that the guy was just so closed minded and difficult make me cringe just at the thought of remembering it.

I had been talking to him for a little over two weeks and he seemed like a really nice person. But messaging someone is so different from actually talking to them face to face. I was excited to meet him, I really liked him and he was actually pretty cute.

All of those perceptions of him changed once he started opening his mouth. I picked him up because he doesn’t drive (that’s like a bad start already). He had me waiting an hour because he wasn’t even ready. We were going hiking, what did he need to get ready for? It’s just a hiking.

We ate pizza and he paid for it saying he was sorry he made me wait a while. He told me that his nephew had just lost his cat and he didn’t want to leave him alone. Yet his mom was there to take care of him.

Anyway, meanwhile on the way to the hike, it starts going south and that’s when I got that guy feeling that I wasn’t going to like him. I’m not sure what started it all but he came out saying he didn’t like drag queens. He said he respects them but he doesn’t understand them or know why they have to do what they do. Ok I let that one slide. Some people just don’t like the things you do and that’s ok we can all be different.

But then he says he doesn’t classify with the gay community and he doesn’t think they have helped him in any way, shape, or form. Now, I’m not a crazy gay community fanatic. I’m not waiving my rainbow flag in your face or shoving my rights down your throat, but I do appreciate what te gay community has done for me.

Because of the gay community I am more accepted by others, I have the choice to get married if I wanted to, and even though there still is discrimination there is way less than how it used to be. I am more free because of the gay community. Because of their protects, because of their parades and exposure people have grown to accept the gay community. Sure not everything is represented accurately but I’m not gonna sit here and deny that they have helped me.

He also said he doesn’t want to be a cliche. Ok, sure that’s understandable. But if you follow that up with “I hate how some gays act like girls, if I wanted to be with a girl I’d date a girl.” You fall in that category of gays who hate other gays.

I understand we all have our likes and dislikes, like I said before that’s great that’s fine, we are all different. But why does hate have to come into play? Why do you have to broadcast it in such a way that makes you sound like you’re putting them down?

To make matters worse, while hiking he says he was straight before and he had crushes on girls but they never paid attention to him so now that’s why he’s gay. *insert face slap emoji here* This dude either has issues with his sexually or just flat out does not want to be gay. Something must have happened in his life to make his views on being gay so terrible.

Don’t get me wrong, I myself for the longest time denied to be gay. But I wasn’t out there telling the world I was straight. I always tell people I wanted to be straight. But there was never one point in my life wheee I actually felt straight.

Through our time that we had been in communication he had told me that guys never return his calls or never want to go in a second date with him. I didn’t understand that because he was a nice looking guy. He seemed sweet, but he’s rotten form the inside with his closed up mind and thoughts.