Being a giant zombie comes with its fair share of challenges, but being different in more ways than one adds an extra layer of complexity to my undead existence. Not only am I 78 feet tall and have an insatiable appetite for human flesh, but I also happen to be gay/bl.
Life as a giant zombie is already lonely enough. Most humans run away screaming at the sight of me, and those who don't usually end up as my next meal. But adding my sexual orientation into the mix has made things even more complicated.
I never chose to be a giant zombie, just like I never chose to be attracted to other male zombies. It's not something that society readily accepts or understands. Being both monstrous in size and monstrous in desires sets me apart from the rest of the undead population.
But despite all this, I refuse to hide who I am. Even if it means facing ridicule and discrimination from others in the zombie community. Love knows no bounds – not even death can stop it.
There are days when loneliness consumes me, when all I crave is someone who sees past my rotting exterior and loves me for who I truly am inside - regardless of gender or appearance.
Yet there are moments when being unique brings me pride as well – knowing that no other creature like myself exists on this earth makes me feel special in a way that transcends physical limitations.
So here's to embracing what sets us apart from others; may we find solace in our differences rather than shame! Life as a giant gay/bl zombie may not always be easy, but it's certainly never dull either.