At The EdgeWhen I was 17 a group of girls and I went out to a local hookah bar in Columbus Ohio. It was in a part of town that is just 5mins down the road from our large lgbt community. I drove seperate from everyone else that night. After having an awesome time and downing a few mixed drinks I got asked to drive a friend home. She told me she had to run up the road and than we could leave. About 10mins go by. Standing all alone I got jumped my 5 big African Americans. Two had knives while the other one had a gun. They walked by me at first than said ****** as I turned my head towards them I took a beating. I got stabbed once and hit/ kicked the rest of the time. I didn't fight back and I took it. I was forced into the closet by my family and I believe that if it wasn't for that moment in life than I would have never come to terms with loving myself! I was left unconscious after the beating left bleeding for 30mins. Only to get rushed to the hospital and ended up with 2 broken ribs a concussion and a scar. I realized that moment I was at my all time low and that being gay IS NOT a choice.
Ps... Life gets so much better :)