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Ron
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By: Silent_Lover
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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.
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