Proud Of Being Gay
I know that I am gay. When I was twelve, my sexuality was tested. Every time I see boys, I get aroused by them. I would spent time staring at their hands. When boys are around me, I get so excited. I didn't had the courage to admit that I was gay, so I waited for the right moment. I couldn't just say to people that I'm gay, so I devised a new plan.
I pretended to be a palm reader to touch a boy's hand. I would feel them for a long time, especially on their palm and fingers. I developed a fascination for their feet and pretended to know reflexology as an excuse to touch their feet. After a long while, I became closer to boys, and would grasp their hand, and hold it for a longer time. I would hang around them, and observe their hand movements and feet movements.
Then, something happened to me. I experienced a new change in my life style. I was in high school, and was enrolled in Freshman English. In one of the assignments, I had to pick an issue, and explain and give my argument either supporting or being against it. I didn't had a good idea until I stumbled upon gay marriage and their rights. I decided to pick the topic, despite the risk of being exposed. I did research, and wrote a beautiful paper about it, and turned it in with butterflies in my stomach. After a tense presentation, no one seemed shocked about my topic. This was rewarding for me because no one knew I was gay yet.
In college, I finally found the courage to admit to being gay. In the first semester of freshman year, I discovered a cool Website called experience project. I realized that the site connected me to more people that was gay. I knew that my sexuality shouldn't affect my friendship with anyone. I openly admitted to my friends and parents that I was gay before I left for another term. My parents was shocked, but they sat me down privately, and we talked about it. At first, they were concerned that it would affect my development, but I expressed my side of the issue. Gradually, they accepted me as a gay son.
My friends was taken by surprise. Some of them left me as a friend. I was sad at first, but soon realized that they weren't true friends if they can't accept my sexuality. My best friend supported it, and I discovered that some of my friends was gay. I had came clean from the closet, and felt better about it after revealing a secret that I was ashamed to admit when I was younger. There is no longer the fear of exposing my gayness because of the amount of support I received. I will continue to live my life despite being gay.