A Gentlemans' Thoughts
Who am I? I’m Mitch Melton. I’m Gay. I’m a Bear. I’m a hopeless romantic, who wants to waltz with my future husband at my own wedding one day. I thrive on Customer Service…I want to work for Walt Disney World again…and I want to make somebody’s day.

Yes really. And there’s more: I’m terrified of tunnels. I adore all colors, I can’t dress myself to look good to save my life…yet I can easily make someone else look like a million bucks. My life is not easy, nor do I want it to be.


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My Story/About Me

Most everyone who meets me will say I’m just your run of the mill gay: I’m Fabulous with a Tiara. But in actuality…I’m not anything special.  I survive by keeping myself as far away from drama as possible, oh and Pixie Dust. I’m Mitch, and this is who I am. 

When I was 5 I begged my parents to let me continue in Ballet. But they decided that sports was where their son needed to be. When I was 7, I told my pastor I thought his son was gorgeous. When I was 11, I was raped. I’ve never admitted that in public before.

2001…I moved away from my home state, and started to attend Public School. 

2004… Was accepted on Full Scholarship to a local Private School. 

2005: Well that was the year that started a downward spiral. I have never been attractive, at least not in my eyes. So I started to shut down, I had a case of depression, that to many of my teachers was considered an improvement. Unlike normal cases, instead of my grades dropping and being listless, I overcompensated to hide my depression…and worked harder, and brought my grades up. I yo-yo-ed my emotions. I’d smile all day, I’d laugh, and make jokes. But as soon as I was alone…I just crumpled. The summer of 2005, I made plans to kill myself. I had no desire to live, nor did I want to burden anyone else. So I put on a backpack filled with rocks, and jumped off of a bridge. 

Granted I obviously survived…but that desire to remove myself from Earth, and from everyone’s memories had grabbed hold of my soul. Over the course of the next 3 years I attempted suicide 18 times. I never succeeded. Each and every failure proved to me, that was all I was going to be. A fatmoronicasinine,failure

I held that opinion until about 5 months ago. I woke up everyday and looked in the mirror, and was disgusted by what I saw looking back. I treated myself like a horrid mistake. I couldn’t fathom why God had created me. I participated in daily activities, and I was involved heavily…but it was an act. An ingenious act, if I do say so myself.

So who am I? 

I’m Mitch, a gentleman who rambles. Mostly about Disney, but also many-times about serious things. I love to sing, and being onstage in a professional theatre would be a dream come true. I love to listen, and give advice. I love to laugh. I’m gay, and I can be quite the princess when I want to be. I’ve decided to stop lettting everyone tell me who they want me to be and start being me. 

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