I see this trending and, nope, can't click on this again.
I cannot get embroiled in "debates" with children - at least mentally - struggling with their own insecurities who, as a result, still view homosexuality as a perversion.
It's fucking exhausting just existing sometimes.
I'm not a big flag-waver. I've known I was gay since I was 8 or 9. I've never struggled with it - I've never questioned it, I've never wanted to change it, it's not something that's on my mind.
But when I see people saying stupid stuff, I will stand up for my LGBTQ family.
These kids saying stupid stuff - it doesn't bother me on a personal level. I know they're talking arse and I know their views have no basis.
What bothers me is that others listen to these randoms, so when I see someone talking crap, I will challenge them.
But it's exhausting.
It's very very rare you'll change someone's mind over Twitter - it isn't the right platform for that. But I cannot, stop myself from challenging people pushing out pure poison.
That's not what this Twitter account is about, but how can you go on if you don't call a twat a twat?
The point of this stream of consciousness: If you see someone in a minority being attacked online, or you just see someone saying something ignorant, please challenge it.
Most of you do, but I can't explain how personal things get when you're in the minority you're defending.
Please just don't scroll past when people are tweeting hate. Get involved. Tell them it's not okay.
As someone who has struggled with his mental health throughout his adult life, I have some advice for those currently suffering with depression, and more than likely me in the future:
When you're down in the dark pit, try not to bring others down with you. It helps no-one.
It can be very easy when things are really dark to trample on anyone else's happiness - to be spiteful, to be childish, and to rain on every parade. I'm sure I've done it.
But it just pushes people away. It makes you, to be frank, an arse. In short, it doesn't help.
Seeing other people happy may be painful, but remember, happiness is incredibly fleeting for most. A smile today could be gone tomorrow, and venting your anger at other people who - on the surface - are enjoying a moment of joy by trampling on it is, well, a shitty thing to do.
I'm a patriot. I love the UK, I love England, I love Manchester, I love the street that I live on.
But.
Wouldn't a fresh start be great? Wouldn't it be great if our national identity wasn't wedded to a fictitious take on what people long dead did hundreds of years ago?
We got a glimpse of this during London 2012, where our sense of pride stemmed from people of all colours, races, and identities representing the UK to beat out the best in the world. That I was proud of. A statue of a man who none of us knew who did unspeakable things? Nope.
This could be a great opportunity to acknowledge the past, to realise that people long presented to us as heroes actually did horrific things, and then to come together and agree to do better - to celebrate the amazing things the UK does now, and not glorify the horrors of old.