Different

Where do I start?

How do I bridge the chasm, of the lack of understanding?

The monumental lack of them trying to understand.

Of them wanting to understand. To understand they would have to set aside their hatred.

And that part is the worst . How could someone push past it without being crushed.

Their hatred is their armor, continually polished, continually fed. Impenetrable by reason. Yet most don’t even know that they wear it.

So where do I start?

Some, not I, prefer to shove it in their face, to taunt them with our differences. Pushing back against the world. Feeling that we owe them nothing, and we don’t.

This however, only serves to further drive deep the seed of hatred. Their minds are closed, and this only seal the cracks.

So where do I start?

This odyssey is a monumental task. An undertaking of lifetimes, I will not see it’s end. Most alive today will not see its conclusion.

There are pockets of acceptance within our society, areas where live and let live thrive. I am not privileged, it seems, to have such luck as to live in such a place. A place of my dreams.

It would be easier I think if I didn’t know what most were thinking, even if on the surface they pretend to accept me. To tolerate me. But being in the shadows I hear their true nature, they would sooner hunt me like the animal that they think I am. Such is their hatred.

So where do I start?

It starts here.