I don't need to be proud of my skin color or sexuality because I didn't trade away my personality for a group identity. I'm a young person and lost too many friends to the LGBT+ movement, who are now miserable and intoxicated because they're justified in degenerate behavior. I remember I told what would be my first girlfriend in highschool my previous relationship was a sexually active one with a man. She liked that, and after we broke up we both had a string of disfunctional relationships, but she ended up with another guy. This wouldn't be a story if this poor fucker wasn't going by a girl's name and getting pegged. I'm not saying they're not trans, but I'm saying that is what she thought was important as being a lesbian became a distinct part of her personality and she probably thought less of herself if she was with a man. Her best friend who she's attempted to have a sexual relationship with in the past can confirm this person isn't as gay as she thinks she is yet pressures this poor fucker into getting what's going to a sex change. I wouldn't care if I thought she was actually into girls, but I think they're going to break up after the sex change. I loved her, but all the same I do recognize I dodged a godamn bullet, or as my dreams have depicted a shack submerged up to your neck in water surrounded by a swamp inhabited by hands that'll pull you down.