In 5th grade I told my friends that I liked girls and they all told me i was disgusting and they told my teacher.She said I was to young to know.So I pretended to like guys and everyone was happy other than me. In my 7th grade year I realized hey being gay isnt a bad thing its who I am. I should be proud of it.I then told my two closest friends at the time, one was a boy and one was a girl. The girl was nice and accepting but the boy kissed me as soon as i told him I pushed him away and was like what the fudge was that dude I just said I was gay. He kissed again me and I wasn’t able to push him away. He was able to get my shirt off me and was trying to get my pants off when his sister walked in and saw that I was crying and trying to get away and she helped me. His reasoning was he was trying to make me straight. So I’m still locked tightly in the closet for now. I’m terrified of coming out. I’m going into my freshman year currently. I live in a bible thumper town with homo hating parents. Wish me luck.
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