Being gay isn't a lifestyle, it is a reality. Like hiding racism, or rape, or drugs, or families tearing apart. Don't hide it, as you hid in your grandparents' wasp infected shed, wanting to be found, but you get stung by reality. It's venom sinking in. Daniel Radcliffe, thank you for being the little enigma of realization you were to me. Thank you, RuPaul, for making an environment for all, to love and create expression, not by face. Thank you, bullies, for throwing me into the draining tub of despair, just so I could rise, naked, alone, and wipe the marks off of my arms as if they were Expo's screeching on a whiteboard. Thank you first real crush for giving me a distraction, I no longer cut deep. Your image is like a wall wrapped around my wrist, saving me from regretting something I can't control. Sexuality, a never-changing, always-expanding, broad topic, one in my community of mimicked homes, as mine is glittery and pink; yours is beige. The color of blah. The hack of unaware and fear of uniqueness. A place to hide, and yet a stage to perform.
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A Teenage Boy's Guide To Be Gay
Novela JuvenilA simple individual piece of creative nonfiction that I worked on and crafted at the South Carolina Governors School for the Arts and Humanities this past Summer. Enjoy.
