The first time I came into contact with homosexuality was in college. At that time, there was an artificial lake opposite our dormitory. After opening, the willow branches will hang down one by one, and some branches will fall into the lake. When the wind blows, the lake will be drawn into ripples, which is very beautiful. At that time, our students called this island Moon Island. Many students who were in love at the university went to the island for dates in pairs. Under the cover of willow trees, people passing by and living in the surrounding dormitories could only see vague figures. They feel romantic and safe. But there is a couple - two women, who always stand blatantly in the most conspicuous open area, making love to each other, you feed me, I feed you, you kiss me, I kiss you. One of the girls in the couple has a crew cut and wears boys' jeans and a plaid shirt. The other girl has long flowing hair, fair skin, beautiful face, and a good figure. She can be considered a goddess-level figure. So at that time, many people, including me, couldn't understand why these two people could get together and become a couple. However, I was very disgusted with such behavior that seemed "deviant" at the time. Every time I passed by them They all squinted their eyes to express disdain. I think there were a lot of people who had the same idea as me at that time, because every time the two of them went on a date on Moon Island, there would be boys in the boys' dormitory opposite yelling and cursing at them, throwing rotten eggs and rotten tomatoes at them. And we were in the girls' dormitory, laughing and watching the boys insulting them both, it was as enjoyable as watching a play.
Such a scene happens every day, but the strange thing is that these two women have remained unmoved. In fact, they seemed to want to stand in a place where everyone can see it, as if on purpose. Loving. The more they show affection, the more disgusted everyone becomes, calling them perverts, telling them to get out of school and not pollute the pure air of our university, but they never seem to be moved.
One day, several middle-aged people cursed and rushed to Moon Island to fight with the two people. The more masculine girl was pointed at her nose, scolded, and slapped several times, but she Still holding his head up with determination, he didn't say a word and allowed everyone to watch the fun. Later we found out that those middle-aged people were the elders of the goddess's family. After they heard about such a shameful thing, they came to school from home, beat and scolded the girl who was playing the male role, and then planned to take the goddess back. I went to the doctor for treatment, but the goddess refused.
The commotion was very loud, with adults yelling, slapping and girls crying, which lasted for several hours. Finally, the school leaders came forward to stop the farce.
Then this matter became a topic of conversation for everyone before and after meals. Everyone was very excited every time they talked about it, and it felt more exciting than Shakespeare's plays.
In the next few months, the two of them did not restrain themselves at all. They still went their own way every day and kissed each other on Moon Island, as if nothing had happened. I even began to admire their courage a little. It is obvious that these two people want to challenge the world's vision and prove like warriors that their love is as great as others.
But then one day, we found that the masculine girl suddenly changed to another girlfriend. Similar to the previous girlfriend, the second girl was still the same type: long hair. , fair skin, beautiful appearance and long legs.
There was a second fight on Moon Island. The difference was that this time it was the masculine girl and her two girlfriends quarreling and pinching each other. Amidst the screaming and crying, the first Ren’s girlfriend covered her face and ran away crying.
A few days later, the police went to the Yangtze River outside our school and recovered a female body. After DNA testing, it was the former goddess. It is said that she left a suicide note in the dormitory, cursing her ex. My girlfriend is a "scumbag" who promised to spend a lifetime together but changed her mind midway, so the goddess wants to teach her a lesson in the most brutal way.
At that time, I suddenly felt very sad. In our eyes, these two people were once homosexuals, perverts, subjects of teasing and entertainment, and even a thorn in the eyes of many people, but they still resisted tenaciously. All kinds of pressure and abuse, because they have love.
But when love dissipates, they are ten times or twenty times more fragile than ordinary people. Such beautiful girls did not bow or shrink in the face of public opinion and parents’ beatings and scoldings, but they stood firm in the face of love. He gave up his precious life in the whirlpool.
Perhaps as a unique alternative, they used love to weave armor to withstand all kinds of open and secret arrows, but when love becomes a thing of the past, their armor softens into weaknesses, and those past hurts, It will become a sharp sword and repay it in their hearts twice as much.
Since the girl jumped into the river and died in love, we have never seen the pair of girls on Moon Island again. Peace has returned to Moon Island, the discussion has also subsided, and everything seems to have never happened.
It’s just that after this incident, I became more tolerant and understanding of the gay friends, colleagues, and clients around me, because I understood that they (she) were more fragile, less easy, and more demanding than us. It takes hard work to resist external pressure.
The only difference between us is that we think the gender of our lover is different. Since we can accept that everyone is different in height, weight and appearance, why can’t we accept that the lover he or she chooses is different from the one we choose? Same?