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This Crazy Little Thing Called Hate Hate is a very scary thing and there is much too much of it in the world. I am an object of hate because I am a lesbian. I had a very scary incident a year ago that will haunt me for the rest of my life. I had a girlfriend and we were openly together at school, so most students and teachers knew of our sexuality. We were the objects of a lot of hate but I had no idea how powerful that hate was until one horrible day. My girlfriend, two guy friends, and I were doing what we did every day after school - walking to our cars to go home. The two guys we were with also happened to be gay, and you'll know why that is important in a moment. We were just about at the parking lot when all of a sudden five or six guys surrounded us and began to hit us. As they were hitting and kicking they continuously yelled "F*g." That is one word I will never be able to hear again without shaking. We tried to fight back in the beginning, without success, then we just tried to huddle together to protect each other. All I remember thinking was how scared I was for my life and my friends' lives. The boys were beaten much worse than we were. I guess that is one time I was really glad to be a girl. I don't think there has ever been a time when I was more afraid; I was truly afraid for my life. Those kids who beat us never got into any trouble, even though there were many people around when it happened. No one tried to stop them. It was considered okay because we were gay. They physically beat the four of us because of who we are. It's no wonder so many people are afraid to be themselves, especially in high school. I walked away from that fight, or whatever you want to call it, with a few cuts and bruises, and a lot of pain, but nothing I couldn't deal with, physically. Mentally, however, they hurt me pretty bad. Every time I see the small scar on my wrist, or hear someone say that word, I cringe and feel like I'm getting beaten all over again.