I was born into a religion that was very strict. I would go to church every Sunday and act like everything was okay. Since the age of 5, I knew I was gay. How did I know? My sister was looking through a magazine and as soon as she flipped the page, I was attracted to a male model posing for a clothing line.
I began noticing that I was more feminine than the other boys in my classes. How did I know that? Because they would ask me “Why do you act like a girl?” or “Are you gay?” I don’t think anyone knows how that felt, especially asking someone who was uncomfortable with themselves. I would become embarrassed and try to ignore them.
I ignored the feeling and the questions until I was 14 years old. One night I was tired of people being assholes (asking me those embarrassing questions) so I came out to my brother and he came out to me as well. How ironic haha! Two gay twins. We decided to tell our mother the next day, but she swore it was just a phase. We ignored her and began growing as strong individuals.
Right before leaving to college, we both came out to our mother AGAIN. I mean we did give her 4 years to think about it and accept us the way we were. That day she not only accepted us, but she also stated that she loved us and that everything would be okay.
The worst experiences were in High school, but college is the best thing that happened to me. So many open minded people that support others for who they are.
Being gay is not a choice. Going through all of what I’ve been through has been hell, but I wouldn’t want to change it for anything else. I love who I am and screw anyone who thinks the opposite.
One thing that you should take out of this blog is that you should never ask anyone “Are you gay?” Why? Because maybe they aren’t ready to come out, maybe they aren’t comfortable around you or maybe it’s none of your business. Let them come to you.
Thank you to all of you guys that support the LGBT community.