tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73146843305089668852024-03-13T01:34:30.217+02:00Adam's First ChapterI have had trouble dealing with who I am growing up. This blog is dedicated to the 13 year old version of myself, helping him figure out things when there were so few people understanding exactly what he was going through.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04770882762048856234noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314684330508966885.post-17102317599248265112013-04-24T18:59:00.000+03:002013-04-24T19:00:21.641+03:00Ghost has become a Shadow of the Past<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Dear Lebanese,<br />
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The current controversy
around the most recent shutdown of another gay club <a href="http://www.whereleb.com/lebanon/ghost-bar-sin-el-fil">Ghost</a> in a
vibrant city like Beirut is sad and discouraging. For a country that boasts its
freedom of speech and eccentric way of living, Lebanon is failing to
carry that banner. The mayors, parliament and ministers from a municipal
level and a broader governmental level are focusing on implementing health laws
against smoking indoors, which is failing miserably, and maintaining a law that
violates human rights and freedom of sexual orientation, rather than focusing
on the current security crises that is ongoing and rampant.</div>
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Dubai has outpaced us with every industry; they even have
clubs that are gay friendly, like sublime and submarine. I recently found out about one club has
recently opened outdoors and has the gay flag right outside, I haven’t verified
that since it has been many years since I was able to visit the city. But from an economic perspective <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/LGBT_tourism">Gay tourism</a> is a huge industry and Lebanon has just obviously taken another hit to its
economy. Ghost is not actually running the economy but the message that gay
tolerance in Lebanon is dying. </div>
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What Ghost meant to the LGBT community was a lot of things. It meant that I had the freedom to go and
dance with my partner, to mingle without having to be persecuted for my sexual
orientation. It meant that that there <i>are</i> alternative lifestyles in this city. I
was a big fan of Acid though, which essentially impacted the man I am today, and when it shut down it broke a little piece of
me. I was never a fan of ghost and its stench of sweat and short skirts and hip
shaking men but I accepted it as it was. The Lebanese gay society is evidently suppressed
and needs a place to vent that frustration and closing a nightclub like this will only lead to a negative outcome and it will not help the Dekwaneh residents in any way let alone build their moral standards. </div>
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The real issue is the indescribable frustration
the gay society has towards the government (or a lack of) and civil society for
failing to protect minorities’ rights. I am hoping that <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Official-Page-for-Helem-Lebanon/133916233311662?group_id=0">Helem</a>
and other advocates of LGBTQ rights are gearing up for a big fight. Another
fight that will get the people of Dekwaneh to reverse the Municipal Mayor’s
decision (which had no real warrant in the first place). I hope that enough media
gains traction on this issue to wake up the general public. <i>Fight Back</i>
in any way you can. </div>
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Sincerely,</div>
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Adam.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04770882762048856234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314684330508966885.post-30317822382508420812013-04-18T16:08:00.003+03:002013-04-18T16:08:54.635+03:00The Greek God on the Plane<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Dear Adam,<br />
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It was late in august of 2010, the day I met Khalil, I was the happiest boy when I did. I was on a
thirty hour trip back from the US. If you want to fly for under a 1000 USD then
you need to stop at five airports to have a good price. The last leg of my trip
was Dubai – Beirut. I was tired I had barely slept, I smelled, I washed myself
in the bathroom and changed my shirt twice already, my uncontrollable OCD with
hygiene kicked in. I was wearing the worst clothes you could possibly imagine,
completely black shoes, socks that went way past my ankles, grey and white
checkered shorts, a dark green tshirt and I had my superman looking glasses
instead of my irritable contacts. I felt beyond crappy. </div>
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The very epitome of a Greek God walks through the gate, he
makes brief eye contact and I flush red as I dive into his dark eyes. The brief
eye contact lingered slightly longer than
I expected that ever. His complexion is tanned,
he wore a black shirt that hugs his body and outlines a perfect physique,
nothing quite too muscular but something extraordinary nonetheless. He is also
wearing black trousers. I use any excuse to sit next to him and make small talk
about how the flight is delayed. I strike conversation with ease, we exchange
first names; it turns out he works in PR and is quite well spoken. In the 30 minutes to boarding we talk about
everything possible the chemistry is electric and the conversation dynamic and
smooth flowing. I prayed that time would just stall right then and there. We
spoke of the most random things, I kept trying to steer around the conversation
to flush out his sexual orientation, a crying baby helped strike the subject ,
he told me that he would one day adopt a child. Bingo. He’s wrapped in the
rainbow flag, I got confirmation. </div>
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He boarded the plane, and as he handed in his boarding pass
I glance at his last name at keep record of it. I found my seat and hoped he wasn’t too far
from where I sat. He was sitting a few rows in front of me, every time he would
get up to fumble around the overhead storage area I would be sure to peer. He would also briefly pass by my seat and tell me
how bored he was, I believed it was just an excuse to chat with his new friend. </div>
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We landed in Beirut and we gathered our bags, he asked me
what I was doing and if I wanted to head over to Hamra with a couple of his
friends. I wonder if he was going to Bardo? I politely declined as my friend
was picking me up from the airport and I had 30 hours of flight on me. I gave
him my number, but in awkward rush of things he never reciprocated. </div>
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Weeks go by and I look him up on Google and Facebook, he was
nowhere to be found. I try different
versions of his name to see if he might have spelled it differently. No luck. I
tried LinkedIn and found his profile, I sent him a message and conversation was
short and to the point with weeks before he would respond to a single message.
We got to talking and I thought it would a good idea to ask him out. I am not
the guy that takes the plunge, but life’s too short what the hell. I ask him
out for a drink, he says he has been in a long term relationship with his
partner. I sink.</div>
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I was so sure he was
the one. After sometime had passed, I realized I might have found the one… in
someone else. </div>
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Love,</div>
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You.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04770882762048856234noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314684330508966885.post-38233758515853659612013-03-18T07:46:00.000+02:002013-03-18T07:46:05.328+02:00Into the Abyss<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Dear Adam,</div>
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Time will by so much faster than you expect it to. You were once a little boy playing with a toy vacuum at 2, playing with Barbies with your cousin at 8 to playing football with your friends at 12, to discovering masturbation sex, work the existential reason to why you were put on earth. No answer to the last one though, still trying to figure that one out, doubt I ever will.</div>
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I hate time. I hated that I wasted so much of it crying every afternoon after school, feeling black and hopeless;it drowned all my energy. I wasn't ever energetic to begin with, I was just constantly drained, tired of my life. I never realized that what I had was good;I just perceived things as bad. The glasses I wore fogged up quite frequently and distorted the image of my world. </div>
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The thought of suicide swiveled in my mind, and so I thought this day will be my last. It was an easier choice out of things; it was a quicker painless choice. The thought of death terrified me but the thought of living as a gay boy freaked me out terribly.</div>
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I looked to how the world would perceive my death. “Troubled Introverted Teen takes Life” would read the papers, deducing my reasoning and pain. My mother’s shocked face walking in to find me hanging like a limp dead-weight swaying slowly from the taught end of a stretched rope. My father a man with such few words would speak even less. My siblings would weep of the older brother they lost before they truly got to know. I would get the attention that’s for sure,only for a day or two. Then things will go back to “normal” or whatever normal is. Things will be forgotten, I would not have to care and marry a spouse, to have sex with this woman and bear children. I wouldn't have to fit in the norms of society. I can relax, I can have peace. </div>
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I don’t understand why I never went through with it. I thought of many different ways of committing the crime, I must have been a coward That must be it! I couldn't even do that right. I couldn't find the courage to face the world let alone face the burden that my family would bear.I put so much pressure on myself to be the perfect child, homosexuality was just standing in my way of that. I am relieved the thoughts never carried me away It saddens me to hear the news with all the suicides that happen over bullying if only someone was there to tell them it will get better, it sun will shine brighter.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04770882762048856234noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314684330508966885.post-13625746100536246572013-02-17T18:16:00.001+02:002013-02-17T18:16:16.486+02:00Revolution Progress and Gay Marriage<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Dear Adam,</div>
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I recently went to the movies with a date; he opted to watch
‘Lincoln’, I resisted at first since I usually prefer mindless romantic
comedies that desire no mental strain whatsoever, I chose not to show my true
colors just yet and agreed. The movie is based on biographical events that
shaped Lincoln’s life in the White House and his proposed 13<sup>th</sup>
Amendment that outlines federal law to abolish slavery in the United States.
This was a difficult time in the U.S. as it was going through a lengthy civil
war and its casualties where high. The deep portrayal of Lincoln’s passion
towards changing the world as he saw it struck me dumbfounded. His keenness to
pass a law that abolishes slavery was a stepping stone for African Americans back
in the day and was pivotal towards where we stand today, voting for a second term, a US President of African descent. The sequence of events in our world’s
history is immense and there are two factors that are genuinely desired for
such milestones to take place: Time and the collective will of a group of
individuals. Lincoln claimed that the time was ‘Now’ for the United States to
abolish slavery. I believe it was pioneers with the likes of Lincoln that will
one day push the world to adopt gay marriage. <br />
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The entire movie I felt like I was an African slave caught
in chains and this white humble man is freeing me. Being gay in the Arab World,
as I am sure cannot be compared to the plight of millions of men and women that
toiled their entire lives, is somewhat like being in chains. I feel there is a
strong message in the winds towards this world’s progress. 150 years after the
abolishment of slavery, they got their rights, were able to vote and were no
longer second class citizens. Women as well also fought for their rights
towards the right to work and the right to vote, the very right to be equal. It
takes a very delicate tipping point to put these cataclysmic movements in
momentum.<br />
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Lebanon as we know it today is struggling with prejudice
against other races, marital rape and victims of domestic violence
run high. We suffer so many daily ailments that we have shelved topics like
civil marriage. Until today! The time is now to build a collective society and
break the chains of the priests and imams that speak for God yet do not really
hear when he speaks. One day I do see us moving forward, I do see us moving towards
a better life, a freer life with more tolerance and acceptation and a life
where we celebrate differences. All it requires is a little time and a little
fight from the heart. I hope I see gay marriage in Lebanon one day... one day.. its inevitable it might not happen in this lifetime, but it damn <i>will</i> happen.<br />
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Love,<br />
You.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04770882762048856234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314684330508966885.post-33501599351960882762013-02-14T22:23:00.000+02:002013-02-14T22:24:16.466+02:00Happy Valentine's Day - Same Love<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Dear Lovers,</div>
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A Happy Velvet Valentines Day! I wish all the lovers the best and I hope you spent the day walking in the park, strolling on the beach or bathing in the Sun. Even if you are single, I hope you shared the love of other couples, however hard that may have been.</div>
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I recently stumbled on this video that I wanted to share; I actually heard this song on a Lebanese radio station, and it put a smile on my face. A pro-gay song on Lebanese radio, was it a mistake? Do they not know the meaning of the words? I hope they do, I hope they know exactly what it means. It's amazing and uplifting. </div>
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The singer's uncle is gay and he hopes that his uncle and his partner can marry and live together and build a family without prejudice and without judgment. I showed this video to a straight guy friend of mine, Yussef. He paused a few seconds after watching it and turned to me and said "I hope you can get married one day, and I hope I am at your wedding. "</div>
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Love,<br />
Adam.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04770882762048856234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314684330508966885.post-34225042537385907432013-02-02T15:27:00.000+02:002013-02-02T19:26:17.975+02:00The Birds and the Bees<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Dear Adam,</div>
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I am sure you remember it better than I do, it was almost 2
years younger than you are today. It was a pivoting point in your pubescent life.
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A classmate approached me and asked me “Do you know where babies come from?”</div>
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“Yes” I uttered with certainty “…from their mommy’s belly”</div>
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“Yeah – but do you
know how the hell you get into your <i>mommy’s belly</i>?”</div>
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I paused, “Um… I
think when they kiss they make a baby” I flush like a ripe tomato. How am I
supposed to answer such on the spot questions, I was still playing with my
Ninja Turtles back then!<br />
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“Hahahahah, you are such a kid Adam… to get a baby the man
puts his penis in the vagina”</div>
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I couldn’t believe what I had just heard; I know it is
horrible being the youngest in class. It is horrible, when everyone discovered the
truth about the tooth fairy and Santa Claus first and you’re still a firm
believer. It was impossible to grasp, your father’s penis goes into your
mother’s vagina EWWWWW. I couldn’t wait to get home to put this lie to rest. </div>
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“Mom, where do babies come from?” It was her turn to blush…“Ask
your father, Adam” I grumbled, I knew something was fishy, I have had my mother
memorized, and she was certainly hiding something. Why would she wait till we
got home? She only did that when my brother and I were in trouble, I felt in
trouble just asking the question.</div>
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“Dad, where do babies come from?” He sat me down and we had
that man to man talk. “Well Adam, when a man and a women love each other, and
decide they want to start a family they get married and –”</div>
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“But some guys at school said that the man puts his… <i>thing</i>
into the women’s va –… <i>thing</i>. Is that true??”</div>
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“Yes it is true, but it happens out of love and that is a
part of nature, it’s how things move forward, all animals do it, even the birds
and the bees” <i>excuse the irony. </i>“You will understand a bit more when you
are a little older”</div>
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“But why?” Oh, I had so many whys and buts and what ifs. An
hour passed and I kept on asking questions. I loved that my father sat me down
and explained things like an adult but this took me off guard. “You can’t talk
about this stuff in front of your brother and sister; they are younger than you
are.”</div>
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“Fine…” I walk off to my room, I pass my mother’s room and
see her reading on the bed, she stares up at me and knows the conversation with
my father must be over, I continue off to my room and hear her scurry over to
the living room to find out “how it went” with Dad.. I lay on my bed and I
stare at the ceiling, my world just broke a little. I couldn't imagine myself
putting my penis in a girls vagina.</div>
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Adam.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04770882762048856234noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314684330508966885.post-62526775732517837662013-01-21T05:46:00.000+02:002013-01-21T05:46:36.740+02:00Hate<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Dear “Anonymous”, </div>
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Hate is a powerful word. It’s filled with venom, spite, and
self pity. I do not address everyone in this letter; I address that one gay boy,
out of the 97 people that read the previous post; whom I know looks at himself
everyday and hates the demon that stares back. He calls it demon, I call it
gay. </div>
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I just cannot fathom the depth of hatred that one expels on
a daily basis. Or even more worrisome, is the vile amount that piles on inside
of you. It consumes you, day in and day out, and you can never run away from
yourself. Food for thought: smile and be productive, be happy, be constructive,
be uplifting because your mark on this earth is measured. Do not belittle
people to feel superior, you will go nowhere with tormenting others/yourself. </div>
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I am not saying I am perfect for being ‘Out’ nor do I think
every man should be. But I strongly believe if you are given the chance to do
something with your life, then do it. Do
not cower behind your skinny shadow, because we all know that everyone is
watching. Do you feel envious because I was able to do it and you are not? Admire
my bravery. </div>
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I am here to articulate
my thoughts, just like you express yourself to the world. I have had a lot
worse threats in my life; I will tell you more of one in a <u>future</u> post. I
apologize in advance for not quitting. I live these threats all the time, the
difference between you and I, is that I choose to make something out of it. I
shape things around me, and you let life consume you. I reiterate that I am not
perfect, but it is obvious that we are beyond different levels, so where the
hell do you stand? </div>
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Just like <a href="http://ohmyhappiness.com/">Ohmyhappiness</a>
was an anonymous blog for some time I choose Adam to be my project. You are not
obliged to read something you do not like. There are plenty of other better
blogs out there that might satisfy your unquenchable thirst to hate. I love myself and you can do nothing to change
who I am. It is sad that not only do I have to prove myself to the straight
community but I have to prove myself to the self-hating homosexuals!</div>
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You call me <i>spoiled</i>. My father toiled for 35 years to be
labeled “well off”. I do not ask anything of him, I work just like you do every
day. I toil just like you, nothing is handed to me. I believe what you misconceived
as spoiled is veiled love -- something you evidently lack from society. Are you
telling me that if you were loved by your parents, <u>for whom you truly are</u>,
and had a stable normal relationship, that you would have the same time and
attitude to tear yourself down on a continuous basis? If it helps, I love you…
I love you because you do not have the capacity to love yourself. </div>
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Adam.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04770882762048856234noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314684330508966885.post-41742949867200758732013-01-16T20:13:00.003+02:002013-01-20T14:54:55.657+02:00First Contact<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Dear Adam<br />
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You will be much happier in 2013 than you are now in 2000. I am happy just talking to you, to tell you
of all the adventures you are going to have discovering yourself. You will pass
through being straight, then gay, then straight, then bi again but you will
come to terms with your homosexuality. Time heals sorrowed hearts; do not weigh
heavy on yours. I will recount to you the many stories you will go through,
maybe it will help you Adam. It might help you get out of your bubble of misery
that you have suffocated within. </div>
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You will come out to the first person in 2009, you will be in your junior year at university and
tell your cousin. You have kept it in for so long, it’s shocking. She will take
it surprisingly well, you will feel heavy the moments before you utter the
words “I am gay” or as you will put it “I think I am gay”. You will be lost,
and a million thoughts will cross your mind, but remain steadfast. She will hug
you with all her might and ask you: “Are you sure? What about your girlfriend?”
You will lie at first! But try not to lie while coming out; being honest with
others will be a lot easier than being with you. She will say “Where will the world
be without its twists and turns and your uniqueness!”</div>
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Her words will linger for many more years to come, was the
message hers or was it a message from the universe, God, or Buddha to start
coming out? Either way it will be a driving force that will push you to tell 50
more people after her. You will tell your parents, your brother, your sister
and all your straight friends. It will be an exhilarating feeling, a feeling
that you could get high on. Do it Adam! You
do not realize how much telling people will change your life, how much it will
change theirs and how much it will change society’s view on homosexuality. If
all the gays in Lebanon came out to at least 50 people, I think it would make
the world a lot more tolerable. Here’s to hoping. </div>
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Love,</div>
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You</div>
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