G(r)ayish

In this very little world, I met with someone I know for a long time in some Department Store

He’s huggin’ a very pretty boy, all red from head-to-toe, I just thought that maybe all the issue from last time is true, after all.

Maybe my very-dear friend really is a gay.

I’ve known him for quiet a time, until sometimes we didn’t have to say anything and just look in each other eyes to communicate. He had this really tall and big bones, a pale-white skin with a brown hair – we go to the same salon every month – and a very bright eyes, that shines like a puppy. He’s also a hardcore fan of the same rock musicians as me, a hot leader from 90’s rock band.

Never cross my mind that all the rumour I’ve been heard of is the truth.

What? Do I sound like I’ve been judging him? No, because I’m not, at all.

I’ve always support whatever a human can be. A killer. A psychotic. A saint. A buddhist. A moslem. A whatever-personality-you-might-be. And even, A gay.

“Why? Why?”

Because some gay-people will not hurt you. It’s just when they were about to born, they pull a very bad –luck lottery from the angels. It’s just life. Sometimes it’s so bent and sometimes it’s so stiff and straight.

They’re just humans. And Im not talking about my religions or anything, Im talking about how I still love and dear him so much, despite all of that. I dont think about how it is a very taboo things in our very-narrow-minded society, because when you think too much, you cant feel any happiness in life.

I just think about how much courage he need and how much tears he had to spill because of that.

Because he’s not on the side of black nor white.

He’s on a grey side. Right in between.

Can you .. imagine how it feels like?