Growing up in North Carolina, I didn't even know what gay was until I was in high school and I saw a news story about a pride parade. I had never met an openly gay person. By the time I had worked it all out in my head that apparently some boys liked boys and some girls liked girls, I was embarrassingly old. It was never an issue of immorality or unnaturalness, it just never occurred to me.
I love my parents. They care for me deeply as I do them, but open discussion wasn't something that we did. Maybe they wanted to let me be my own person, maybe they were just really uncomfortable talking about it or maybe it was a lot of both.
Back to me.
My point is that I grew up sort of just trying to figure it all out by myself. Normally, this is a great thing ... I don't want to be a proxy for my parents views, but I just had nothing to stand on. I didn't know I had options ... I wasn't getting it from them and I certainly wasn't getting it from anyone in my small town.
Ok, stop beating around the fucking bush. Pun unintended, I promise.
I am gay.
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