To all those...

...who speak with a lisp.
To all those who like Glee and Lady GaGa, and in a very real sense this is all they can speak of.
To all those who mince.
To all those who flap their wrists at the slightest provocation.
To all those who treat all women like lovers, and invent elaboratly graphic sexual stories about her and himself that are unamusing before they are even told the first time and nothing short of crass the second and third, repeated ad nauseam.
To all those who will judge other men worthy of conversation ONLY if they meet certain physical standards.
To all those who feign innocence and fuck like rabbits.
To all those who are convinced that the entire world is divided into girls, gays and enemies.
To all those who believe that self-realisation is the cue to be vocal about it at all hours of the day.
To all those who have forsaken basic decorum under the name of emancipation.
To all those who have, in short, earnt the term 'faggot' tenfold.
To all those who hate their bodies no matter what anyone says.
To all those who are six times more likely to commit suicide than other teens.
To all those who seem incapable of thinking beyond sex and fashion.
To all those who are violently and consistently persecuted.
To all those who have been forced into this stereotype out of a need.
To all those who fear there isn't anything more to being gay.
To all those who fear.
To all those who insist on taking countless pictures of themselves without a shirt.
To all those who need the constant reassurance of a veritible army of females before they can so much as put a shirt ON.
To all those who are insecure in who they are.
My heart goes out to you -
But how I despise you for tarring me with your brush.