I apologize for not having been more active lately — finals and all. So I hope to be able to continue blogging more often than before because school is out.
Since we last left our intrepid hero, the writer of The Teen’s Blog, he had just come out to his parents and was still pondering his great gender crisis. Since then, I’ve been slowly coming out to some more friends. I came out to some friends from middle school and another friend from (the high) school that I’m currently at. I’m currently trying to find a way to come out to another old friend from my middle school days as I’m writing this blog entry. You’d think that coming out would get slightly easier as I do it more and more, but those feelings of nervousness and even a tinge of excitement are still there. Even though I’m out to more people than I’d ever imagined I’d be out to while in high school, or even ever, for that matter, it doesn’t seem to get any easier. Continue reading
I apologize for posting this so late; it’s just that this weekend has been very busy for me. But anyway, here goes!
Doesn't it feel great?
Er, correction: I came out to my mom, who then in turn told my dad. But either way my parents know now that I’m gay. And possibly transgender. But whatever.
I created The Teen’s Blog only a few days after coming out to one of my closest friends, but no one else. So, to backtrack a little: I first discovered that I was gay (or something like that), when I was around 12 years old, in the typical pre-teenager style (I don’t think that needs any further explanation). At first, I denied it. I wasn’t feeling well that day, I told myself (which was true — I was home sick on the fateful day), I was horny, and I had no idea what I wanted as a 12-year-old.
And so, for almost four years, I rejected the fact that I was gay, and I didn’t even think about the fact that I might be transgender. Throughout middle school, I went out with girls in an effort to convince myself that I was, indeed, straight, and that my being turned on by watching to gays going at it was a mere fluke — I wasn’t gay, just horny, sick, and confused. Continue reading