I began questioning my sexuality in 5th grade. I had a crush on this guy but when his "girlfriend" found out she called me a fag,told me I was going to hell and threatend to tell everyone in our school. I kept quiet for a few months. At the end of 5th grade I told my closest friends that I like guys and gals, but I knew that I like guys-and that was it. In 6th grade I created a fake masculinity for myself. I hid my attraction towards boys and manufactured a fake one towards girls. But as 6th grade progressed and I talked to the 7th and 8th graders I slowly relized what I was deep inside. Towards the end of 6th grade I became to shed my fake masculinity I just became myself. I was a mixture of flamboyancy and masculinity. As I came out as gay in 7th grade everyone wanted to have me as their GBF. But when basketball season came it was hell. Being in the locker room with my crush(es) and not being able to stare was hell. But then there was my friend. I found out he was homophobic while he was laying on my crotch on the bus ride after a game. Every practice I would hear the words, "faggot,sissy" and I would die inside. I would have to change how I spoke in order to avoid "sounding gay". But as 8th grade came, I let loose. I let my hormones run wild and didn't care what anyone said, I would not be restricted. Now, I have my best male friend who is very comfortable with me and my girlfriends who love me and come to me for advice on guys and I'm happy as ever. Yes I still face homophobia, but I learned that people gonna hate you until the day you die- it's your choice to be fabulous or not.
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Coming Out 101
Non-FictionThis story will showcase some coming out stories. I hope you enjoy :) DISCLAIMER: I will leave out the names of the people telling their coming out stories to maintain privacy. Submissions are always accepted. Cover made by @lildanyul