I ask you, g, now youll see their lying involves you, too – what theyre up to. How we can deal with our own truth.
A freak yelled at me before, from out of nowhere, “Youre not even gay. Good luck with the dominatrix!”
Both sentences are false. As a whole statement, a hoax. Why would they lie about the other to us both?
The first sentence about me is a lie. I know I’m a lesbian.
The second sentence? A lie about your love, g.
You are the most compassionate, loving person on earth. And i believe your love speaks for itself.
But the freaks are creepy. Their hate’s rotting civilization. Deluding love.
A lie about me. A lie about you, g. Two rotten lies strung together, that play us against each other.
Saying to you im not gay, as i said i love you. And saying to me you dont love me, as you said you do.
Framing the whole. Their real claim is we’re not true loves. If you or i were lying, g. The two of us would be gone, leaving only their hatred to fill a vacuum.
It’s a false accusation, and destroyed only-
By proof of us, our own declarations of love, between us – me to you, you to me.
How does that make you feel, g? Knowing youre truly loved, and beloved of me? What would you say to me?
Would you say you love me, again, and make me feel at peace, safe in your world, next to you, g?
G and her rainbow knight 
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