If you were different, more different then anyone else and someone came up to you and said, “Hey, I have the cure for your differences.” Would you take the cure to fit in with everyone else? Your answer should be “No.”
But sadly that’s not how a lot of people are, they would gladly take that cure so that they could fit in, they would gladly give away their gift of being who they are just so that they could meet the required regimen of the norm. Of course you would have those very few who would say no to the cure, and gladly be different.
Now let me ask you the real question, If you were different, so different that everyone shunned and shamed you for it, looked at you like you were a monster, and the government were screaming in your face to take the cure or else they’d kill you and everyone you loved, would you take it? Anyone in his or her right mind would say, “Yes.” And because of this those very few people who said no, would bow down in defeat or be exterminated, thrown away like a piece of trash and those very few numbers, became none.
They would take everything you have, rip you away from your family, and put you into these concentration camps, where you would be held as a prisoner, beaten, raped by federal officers and inmates, starved if the cook didn’t like your hair color, over worked everyday to the point of collapsing, bruises, cuts, and blisters all over your body. What’s this you ask? The cure.
The cure, in which the government wanted so badly for you to take because you were different was torture, it was hardly even living. Most people didn’t make it very far, most would find some way or another to commit suicide, or give up and let the authorities give you a lobotomy, which is where they would sever the nerve fibers of a lobe, usually frontal or prefrontal, with the thalamus, basically severing any emotion you have, turning you into a walking zombie.
Now, what is so different about you that would make the government and everyone hate you and your entire existence? Being queer. Whether you are a girl who is attracted to girls or a man who is attracted to other men, it didn’t matter. You are an abnormality and needed to be dealt with pronto.
For being who you are and loving who you wanted, the government broke families, tore away happiness and made a straight as a board only world, now who the actual fuck wants to be like everyone else? No one. Society teaches us to hate who we are whether it’s for our sexuality, skin tone, hair color, religion and nationality. It’s no different for when little girls grow up seeing the ‘ideal’ and ‘perfect’ image of a woman, always wondering as they grow up if anyone will love them for their ‘different’ and ‘not so perfect’ body. I, for one can tell you that those girls on the television and the magazines aren’t so perfect, most of them are photo shopped, done up with makeup, and other bullshit. People aren’t born hating who they are, society teaches us to.
It’s not so easy being a gay seventeen year old boy in the year 2067, I’ll tell you that much for sure, I guess we all just need a savior in this crazy and fucked up world, someone to stay up with you all night, someone to hold you and tell you everything is okay. We all just need someone like that and for me, my savior is a Russian nineteen year old boy named Luka Mosklov.
My name? I’m Eris Nicholas Lovelorn and this is my story.