Men's Rights Activist

This is how it feels to  be me
at  this  very  moment.


I  used  to be so  many  things,
I was an activist for men' rights,
promoting awareness  of men's  issues
and  trying to eliminate  anti-male
discrimination.


I  went anywhere and  did whatever it took.
Rain or shine, I campaigned. I was  on the
mission. I had  a purpose.  

I was a closeted bisexual black man  with an
intolerant  family who  tried to help the other
gays and lesbians out there. I was a  young man
looking  for  love  and  was  unable to  find it.


Then, my life went out  of  control.  My family
became  verbally  and sometimes  physically abusive. I felt fear of them. I wanted to leave
but I couldn't.  Where would I  go ?  Who  would
take  me  in  ?  Could  any  woman  or man love
me  ?


So, I remained. I  made my own  separate peace.
I kept away from  them and did my own thing.
I  was so scared. I  wanted to help myself and
others.  I learned to do  it. I became a  men's
rights  activist.

During my struggle, I  fell in love with my best
friend Karl. Unfortunately, he was hetero as could
be. I later  fell in love with  Lauren, a beautiful tomboy from  Plymouth. Unfortunately,
she was  taken.


So  I find  myself alone. Without a  love of my
own. Struggling to survive.  Trying to get back to
school. Trying to make some money. Trying to get
a  job.  Trying to  find someone  who  could accept me and love me.  The search continues.


This is how it feels  to be me...forever.