Against His Will :: Homosexuality Short Story Essays

Against His WillImagine waking up every morning and looking in the reverberate knowing that the reflection is only an illusion of ones inner being. As soon as eighteen-year-old Brian Clarks alarm clock goes off, prepping and primping allow take place for the next hour-and-a-half. Regardless of school, work, rain, or shine, Brian always has to dress to impress. With his red tight shirt, blue fit jeans, black star belt, red shades, and suddenly gelled hair, Brian can now be seen in public. As a daily routine, Brian must do his therapy by looking in the mirror and chanting against his will, I love you Brian. You are beautiful. Having to admit to yourself and your family that you are gay is the hardest thing you will ever have to do in your career. When one enters Brians room the assuasive aroma of mens cologne, cool water fills the air. The immaculate, perfectly ordered room will catch a persons eye. Neatly tacked to the wall, posters of Aaliyah, rally Hartnet, and I Love L ucy draw ones attention. Beautifully stacked and organized, fashion design magazines lie in the shelf by month and year. imprint frames sit proportioned next to each other on top of the dust-free desk. Brians closet is full of freshly pressed shirts and pants with the label dry killing on the bag. Although Brian shares a room with his little sister, Sarah, she chooses to live out of their closet and sleep in the living room. After fighting over who gets the closet dummy and bathroom time, my sister decided to let me have the room to myself, Brian states casually. I feel bad at times, but I guess she realizes how tough it is for me to move up up gay. Let the best man win he declares with a great chuckle. For Brian, growing up and having to live a lie was painful, furthermore humiliating. I have always known that Im gay, Brian states nonchalantly. The moment I could logically think, I knew I was different. Brian strokes the side of his hair with his fingers while stating, All of my life Ive felt like a girl inside. When I was little, if a person closed their eyes and listened to my voice they would have mistaken me for a girl.