(from Harry’s POV)
It’s so easy for people to label and call someone desperate and negative without understanding the person.
If I was really negative, I would be dead long back.
It’s because I’m the right amount of positive and have light and hope inside me that I’m alive.
The reason I’m narrating my past without leaving a single word is because this is my biography and I want everything out in the open.
Also, if I was really desperate I would be married long back just for the sake of it, like the people who pointed finger at me calling me desperate.
Now the question is, who is really desperate my love?
So before you point finger at someone and label them, look at the mirror and see what you are.
A lot of hypocrites pointed finger at me and my family few years ago and last year and labeled us because we were in the spotlight.
I want to ask you this,
are you really that perfect to point finger at me?
The public harassed me in the bus and taunted me saying I look at women’s boobs because I spoke openly about being treated like shit.
Do you know I’m still coming out of that trauma even after 2 months? Do you know I still get headaches thinking about it? Do you even understand what you are doing?
Just because I’m bisexual doesn’t mean I will like any motherfucker that has boobs. I have standards. At least I’m honest to come out even though I’m 95% straight and it’s just a very rare online thing.
Do you know there are so many women out there including the women I was “friends” with who are closeted bisexuals? Do you know how many women stare at my boobs and legs when I step out wearing something revealing?
I don’t see anyone harassing them, but because I’m out in the open and openly speak about things and in the spotlight, I’m fucking tormented.
Fuck man.
rachana rajan <3 