Calm Before The Judgement

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2015 (8th Grade)

In the end of that August, I was so happy. So excited to start a new chapter of my life at a new school with new types of people.

On the first day of school I immediately clicked with some people but one person in particular caught my attention. My now bff: Cj. He was so perfect, vulnerable but still tough.

*3 WEEKS LATER*

In P.E one day, Cj ended up being the first ever person I will ever come out to. "I'm gay" I whispered in his ear. I was expecting to be belittled and ridiculed but to my surprise that is not what happened. "OMG REALLY?" he asked enthusiastically. "Um... Yeah" I muttered shyly. "I knew something special was about you." he said. "Is it really that obvious?" I said. "Kinda, but it's not too out obvious." he said. At this particular moment I felt really happy that I was accepted for who I was. Little did I know that all people in the school wouldn't be so forgiving. I went on to come out on all of my social media which none of my new friends had...yet. After things went smoothly on there, I decided to tell friends that I've gotten to know over a few months here and there. Finally came the day when I came out to everyone at the school. A fine April day on Instagram I made my coming out post. This would be my first encounter with people bashing me because of my sexuality. A girl named Janice didn't be directly rude but kind of shady. The next day when I came to school, some guy friends started to become really distant but at the same time girl friends sprouted like weeds. For a while I was very unhappy because I let people think being Gay was the only thing that described me. I decided that bullshit was no more and started to showcase other things about myself, like hidden talents and telling people to fuck off. My new-found confidence and glamboyance really broke and established who I was really friends with. 100% girls. Except for Cj who had unfortunately transferred by now.

Because I hung around with predominantly girls people started to put labels on me. I can still hear the whispers in the hallway in my head. "Look at the faggot.", "Sissy boy", "Wonder how many dicks he's sucked". All of these things led to building emotion. It led to something I didn't want to ever do.

XOXO, Sissy Boy.

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