YAAS GIIRL!! I so feel you but we as the LGBT community have to stand up and show that we deserve to love who we want to love thats why we have to stand up and show that LOVE IS LOVE AND WE DESERVE TO LOVE WHO WE WANT TO LOVE.

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He's not though, there are verses against it.

OMG YASSS i totally agree with you, Im also Bi myself

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-tuned to a DOCUMENTARY. As an old fashioned World GLOBE rotates in a sea of clouds, the EIFFEL TOWER slowly comes into view over the horizon, dwarfing FRANCE underneath it. T.V. NARRATOR Although each of the world’s countries would like to dispute this fact, we French know the truth; the best food in the World is made in France. The best food in France is made in Paris, and the best food in Paris, some say, is made by Chef Auguste Gusteau. We see images of GUSTEAU: cooking, signing his cookbook, in front of his famous restaurant. Gusteau is in his early forties, but his massive girth makes him look older. T.V. NARRATOR (CONT’D) Gusteau’s restaurant is the toast of Paris, booked five months in advance, and his dazzling ascent to the top of Fine French Cuisine has made his competitors envious. He is the youngest Chef ever to achieve a five star rating. Chef Gusteau’s cookbook “Anyone Can Cook!” has climbed to the top of the bestseller list. But not everyone celebrates its success. A tall, gaunt, severe-looking MAN with fish-belly white skin appears on the TV screen. SUPER: ANTON EGO-FOOD CRITIC”. Beneath that, in italics, is his moniker: The Grim Eater. EGO Amusing title, “Anyone Can Cook”. What’s even more amusing is that Gusteau actually seems to believe it. I, on the other hand, take cooking seriously and no-- I don’t think “anyone” can do it... TITLES (OVER BLACK): The SOUND of wind rattling barren branches... WALT DISNEY PICTURES PRESENTS A PIXAR FILM ...and we FADE IN to reveal: FRENCH COUNTRYSIDE - LATE AFTERNOON A light rain falls on a SMALL FARMHOUSE. The last remaining dead leaves tremble in the gusts. The quiet is shattered by a LOUD GUNSHOT that lights up the inside of the cottage. CAMERA pushes down and in toward a single window. RATATOUILLE As we move closer, we begin to hear muffled SOUNDS OF STRUGGLE; furniture being bumped, dishes breaking, an indescribable CRASH, followed by an OLD LADY’S SHRIEK. We’re close to the WINDOW now, when it is suddenly SHATTERED by a COOKBOOK. Instantly the action FREEZES. Underneath its splayed pages, shielding himself from the shards of splintering glass is, inexplicably, a RAT- -REMY. He’s scrawny, frightened, almost comic. It’s hard not to feel sympathetic towards the little guy. REMY (V.O.) This is me. I think it’s apparent I need to rethink my life a little bit. What’s my problem? First of all-- OUTSIDE THE FARMHOUSE - DUSK - WEEKS EARLIER A SILHOUETTE darts out from behind a wooden barrel, pausing upright against a blood red sky. Mangy, sinister, the opposite of Remy. This is how most humans see RATS. REMY (V.O., CONT'D) --I’m a rat. Which means life is hard. Assured the coast is clear, the SINISTER RAT scampers out into the yard, followed by DOZENS MORE RATS. The RATS move across the expanse of grass toward a COMPOST HEAP, which sits in the middle of a field under the darkening sky. Resourceful and well coordinated, the rats grab bits of decomposing food and carry it off. REMY is among them, drearily going through garbage. 2. REMY (V.O.) And secondly-- I have a highly developed sense of taste and smell. Suddenly he catches a SCENT; which leads him to uncover a nearly untouched piece of PASTRY, a discarded NAPOLEON. REMY (sniffing Napoleon) Flour, eggs, sugar, vanilla bean, small twist of lemon... The Napoleon suddenly erupts, and out pops Remy’s pudgy brother EMILE, covered in cream and completely oblivious to the destruction he’s wrought. EMILE You can smell all that? Wow. You have a gift. Again the ACTION FREEZES. REMY (V.O.) This is Emile. My brother. He’s easily impressed. RESUME ACTION: An older rat, DJANGO, comes into view. He snorts dismissively, plucks an APPLE CORE from the compost. DJANGO So you can smell ingredients. So what? REMY (V.O.) This is my Dad. He’s never impressed. He also happens to be the leader of our clan. Remy catches another scent and FROWNS; this new scent is different somehow, wrong. He follows the scent to Django-- REMY (V.O.) So what’s wrong with having highly developed senses? Django is about to eat the APPLE CORE when Remy lunges at him, snatching the core from his hands. REMY Whoa whoa whoa! DON’T EAT THAT!!

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It's when gender doesn't have an effect, nor does physical appearance. People, even bisexuals, tend to have preferences for example my friend only likes really 'girly' girls or really macho men, Pansexuals can't be attracted to someone without knowing their personality (or so I've been told), equally other people say it is just people who are open to sexual relationships with people of all genders

@Silence. Is it not just as flawed to say "Because ga.y marriage does not violate any of these rules, then it must be morally acceptable."

Pansexual, I think, means that you are attracted to any and all genders.

I resonate with your feelings. There is always a fear of being rejected, but no need to feel nervous.

Even as an atheist, I always thought that if God created LGBT people, he must be fine with them. Homophobes, by protesting that "God Hates Gays", are violating this story logic.