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My parents asked me if I am gay.
I said, “Does it matter?”
They said, “No, not really.”
I told them, “Yes.”
They said, “Get out of our lives.”
I guess it mattered.

My boss asked me if I am gay.
I said, “Does it matter?”
My boss said, “No, not really.”
I said, “Yes.”
My boss said, “You’re fired, QUEER.”
I guess it mattered.

My friend asked me if I am gay.
I said, “Does it matter?”
My friend said, “No, not really.”
I told my friend, “Yes.”
My friend said, “Don’t call me your friend.”
I guess it mattered.

My love asked, “Do you love me?”
I said, “Does it matter?”
My love said, “Yes.”
I told my love, “I love you.”
My love said, “Let me hold you in my arms.”
Something mattered.

My God asked, “Do you love yourself?”
I said, “Does it matter?”
My God said, “Yes.”
I asked, “How can I love myself? I am gay.”
My God said, “That is the way I made you.”
Nothing again will ever matter.

– Anon