My parents asked me if I am gay
I said, “Does it matter?”
They said, “No, not really.”
I told them, “Yes.”
They said, “Get out of our lives.”
I guess it mattered.

My boss asked me if I am gay.
I said, “Does it matter?”
He said, “No, not really.”
I told him, “Yes.”
He said, “You’re fired, faggot.”
I guess it mattered.

My friend asked me if I am gay.
I said, “Does it matter?”
He said, “No, not really.”
I told him, “Yes.”
He said, “Don’t call me your friend.”
I guess it mattered.

My partner asked, “Do you love me?”
I said, “Does it matter?”
He said, “Yes.”
I told him, “I love you.”
He said, “Let me hold you in my arms.”
For the first time in my life something matters.

My God asked, “Do you love yourself?”
I said, “Does it matter?”
He said, “Yes.”
I asked, “How can I love myself? I am gay.”
He said, “That’s the way I made you.”

Nothing again will ever matter.