Does College Turn Kids Gay? (A little rant and some unrelated art!)

TLDR: No.

My mom has been convinced by my haters that I drank the Kool-Aid from the "transgender cult." Here are my two cents on the issue. Not sure if this is biased, but it's my experience. 

Give your two cents in the comments! Maybe with enough contributions, we can save up to buy a chocolate bar.

(Also this is a really bad crackpot oneshot made at 2am, barely edited. Take that as you will.)

Picture this: You're some kind of queer or neurodivergent kid living in an environment where diverging from the norm is frowned upon. You aren't out to anyone. You might not even be out to yourself. You've lived in this environment for so long that hiding parts of yourself feels like the norm, something everyone does. You've lived without a defined sense of self for years.

And then you go to college.

After the hustle and bustle of moving in, your family leaves. You sit in your own dorm room, your own space, for the first time ever, it's quiet. You sit there and think for a moment. Nobody knows you here. It's a blank slate. You slowly get comfortable with the fact that you can do whatever you want. You realize that you don't know what you want, you don't know who you are, so you venture to find out.

To your horror, who you "are" is nothing like who you are "supposed to be." You buy new clothes, you make new friends, and you're beginning to be truly happy with yourself, but then you go home for holiday, nobody seems to share your sentiments. Instead of seeing the progress that you see, the personal milestones you've hit, how much BETTER you feel, they see you walking off the beaten path, stupidly ignoring the mile markers that have been set out since your birth. And when did this start? When you left for college.

College doesn't "turn kids gay." College allows gay kids to be themselves without scrutiny.

And then, the guilt. Why are so many of these kids depressed? I can't speak for everyone, but for me it's because no matter how hard I try, no matter how much I accomplish, I'm not doing the right thing.

"I'm finally learning to be social and love my friends!" (Great, I don't know how that's an accomplishment. Why don't you have a boyfriend yet?) 

"I'm teaching myself how to code and 3D model for fun!" (Just use AI for that.)

"I finally found clothes I like and people compliment me all the time" (Your friends secretly hate you and just keep you around to make themselves look better.)

"In the future, I'm gonna adopt some kids" (If you adopt kids, I won't love them.)

(Why are you so sad? It must be BECAUSE of the "new you") not because of the way we're treating you. (I have thought of the other side of the coin, and I sympathize to a point. I could go on for hours about that as well, I am addicted to thinking, trying to kick the habit... but this is about my experiences)

You've finally made it. To the unrelated art! FINALLY! A REPRIEVE FROM THE EDGE!!! (or not)

Might've started a poster that turned into crack ship art. Of my own 2 OCs. Arman (glasses guy) made a flesh and metal abomination to try and impress his celebrity crush, Ledo (cigar dude). Ledo beat it with hammers and promptly banished Arman from the country. They'd never pose for a pic like this, but Ledo DOES call Arman sick in the head. Often.

Their relationship:

"bread for dinner! bread for breakfast! white bread! stale white bread! gotta love it!" (what does this mean? I don't know! It just felt like it needed to be here.)

O.D.