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I'd always known I was different. Ever since I was little men somehow interested me more than females. But for a few years I had shoved this aside to lead a 'normal' life. I had a girlfriend and did the average preteen boy things. Well when I was in sixth grade I knew that whatever I was wasn't what the other boys were. I liked boys yet as far as I could tell I was the only one. But when I entered seventh grade I really tried to deny myself of the truth, the truth that I was gay. But by the end of that year I couldn't ignore it anymore. So I decided to embrace it instead of ignore it. Well slowly once I had become comfortable with myself again I knew that I'd have to tell someone. The first person to enter my mind was my best friend Albert. I was terrified that he'd get freaked out and not want to be my friend anymore. We'd been friends for about three years, and I was scared to loose three years of friendship cause of one word, 'gay'. So I finally worked up the courage, or so I thought. We were on the bus going home I told him that I had something very important to tell him. I kept saying that I didn't want him to freak and get mad. After a few minutes I tried saying it but it was so hard to get those words out. Well finally he said the words that helped me the most: "Ron, no matter what you say I always be your friend". So I lied and told him I was bi, he was fine with it, a bit stunned I must admit but okay with it. He eventually found out that I was gay and he was still just fine with me. Now that I had told him I thought that one person was all I needed. I was also quite proud of myself, I'd known that some gay people don't let anyone know till much later. But a year after I started to get that sick feeling in the bottom of my stomach. The feeling that says you're going to have to tell someone else. This one didn't take long either. I knew who it was; my mom. She is a very liberal women, I could even remember her voting 'yes' for gay marriage. But for some reason, that didn't help I still felt sick. So one day this past July (03) I decided to just get it over with. I went into her room and laid down with her on the bed. I told her just like Albert that I had something to tell her. She said 'okay, go ahead' but this was no were near as easy as the first time. I kept on opening my mouth and trying to get the words out. So eventually I just left the room and said 'forget it'. Although I should've known acting so terrified about telling her something wouldn't make her leave it alone. She came out and made me tell her. So too make this long story a little shorter she cried I cried and she told the rest of the family except a few. All of my family is fine with it. The only people left are my grandparents but we've all decided they don't need to know. Also my lil' sis still doesn't know. But that's only cause she's a blabber mouth. But in a year or two she'll know. So that's my coming out story.

Ron
Silent_Lover