When I was a young boy in elementary school I knew that I wasn’t your average little boy. I noticed I did things much differently than your average little boy. I was an only child and my mother raised me. My father wasn’t in my life because he tried to kill my mother and me. I’m not sure if growing up without a father made me more feminine or if I was just born to be that way. Most boys liked playing sports, getting dirty or playing with G.I. Joes. Unlike myself I didn’t enjoy playing sports or getting dirty but I did enjoy playing with Barbie’s and playing with mommy’s makeup and playing house.
As I began to grow older I out grew the Barbie’s, playing house, and most definitely playing with my mother’s makeup.
When I was a thirteen-year-old boy I discovered a part of myself that I wasn't sure I wanted to discover. That part of me happened to be my sexuality. I came to terms with my homosexuality during my first year of high school. It was possibly the hardest thing I've ever had to accept about myself or anyone else for that matter. However I consider one of the hardest parts of coming to terms with it was coming out to my family and friends. I didn't know if they would accept me or if they would disown me for being my true self. When I decided to come out to my family it was the most horrifying thing I had to do, but to my surprise they were very supportive and understanding. Then the only thing that I could think about was being gay morally wrong? Would I go to hell for being this way? I continued asking myself these questions, which was terrifying for me, but with my family being so supportive I started to accept myself for the person I was and embrace it. However, coming out to my peers was another story. Some of them were not so accepting, which made my high school career a roller coaster. Coming out to my peers forced me to face bullying, harassment, and flat out hatred. For example, I was subjected to name calling, I received death threats, and the majority of the males threatened to follow me home to personally beat me up, therefore putting my immediate safety in danger. When I was in high school I had to be escorted by security to and from classes and to my car to ensure that these people didn’t harm me. It was terrible for me, I did not want to go to school or see anyone because I was so upset and scared. Walking through the hallways of my high