I am gay.
I knew that since I was a kid. My closest friends and some of my relatives know that, even my family but they won’t accept it. That’s my life. A challenge, if you may ask.
I am not like the other gays you see wearing tight jeans and girly shirt (no offense to other gay guys). I wear a normal casual attire like straight men do. I act perfectly manly, discreet. Some call it bisexual, metro genders, etc. I don’t know. I only know four; male, female, gay and lesbian.
Hi! I am John Jackson, the eldest in my family with one brother who is 12 years old. I’m now 21 years old. I’m working in a family owned events agency, I am one of the Account Executives my father has right now. My dad, Christopher Jackson, is a graduate of Dentistry from one of the most respective schools in his generation. He then tried Film School because it’s his passion, he said. My mom, Zarah Jackson, is a graduate of Accountancy from the California State University. They met in Singapore, my dad was in his Practical Training there while it was a vacation for mom and her family.
They told me so much about their love life when they were still dating. Even their childhood years. We’re really bonded together. My brother, Matthew Jackson, who is in 6th grade now, still hasn’t grown up yet. He still has that childlike attitude which really annoys me. All the time.
My family loves me. Really really loves me. But they wouldn’t accept my preferences. My gender. ME. But I won’t stop doing things that they won’t be disappointed until they finally accept me. This is not a sin nor a crime. This is my heart we’re talking about.
So, this is my story. Keep reading and we’ll go on a journey of a gay guy who truly deserves the freedom from the world. Let’s see how far I could handle this. Be the witness.
