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One of the most difficult things to cope with was learning to not hate myself.

Because I was taught to hate myself and my humanity in the fundamentalist Evangelical church. My thoughts were "sinful". My body was "sinful". Getting near girls or playing with girls was dangerous. I was worthless. I deserved to be burned alive forever. Nothing I could do was good enough. My best deeds were filthy rags.

I had to act a certain way to be 'masculine'. I mean, I was heterosexual. I had a deep crush on a girl at age five. But you know... you had to act a certain way. Play sports, be aggressive, be tough, don't show emotion. Never cry. Like cars. Like trucks. Like guns. Honor, loyalty, honesty, bravery, chivelry. earner, protector.

Becoming more comfortable in my own skin was a lesson that took fifteen years and counting. Realizing that I was... I am okay. My humanity is okay. My body is okay. And I can be and like and think whatever the Hell I want and it's okay. I'm still a man. And those qualities that I thought defined being a good "man" really just defined being a good person and that good women have those same qualities too. And it's more important to focus on being a better version of myself every day than it is to impress a bunch of jackholes talking about man cards and shit.

Thesaurus Wrecks 2547's avatar

When I see a Truck driving down the road with a big “Fuck Joe Biden” flag, gun stickers, and a decal of the president kidnapped and hog tied I always think to myself…

Damn, there’s goes a happy motherfucker who everyone wants to be around.

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