Internalised homophobia is a strong drug.

I never was one, but used to fight the urge for my queerself to liberate, by fitnessing a lot and doing hobbies counterstereotypical to the gender I felt deep down. But that eventually made me a bit more miserable.

I think that somewhere in there, others decide their misery must be what others also have, and they hate seeing it, and so project their own self-hatred upon others. Luckily I skipped that train, and now I’m feeling much better.