As a gay kid, naturally you aren’t like the other kids. You may act like them, eat like them, and see like them but deep down you know you are different from the other guys. For a majority of gay kids the last thing they want to do is be not accepted. A great way to be accepted is to walk, talk, and act like everybody else.
So that is just what we do to stay hidden, we conform. That’s why initially 99.9% of gay kids start off in the closet. For the most part this “closet” is awesome. In this “closet” everyone treats you like you are everybody else and you live the typical childhood to adolescence just as normally as the other kids.
However I am not like all the other kids, I had a secret deep down that no one would ever know. At first I denied that I liked guys. I told myself it was just a phase like what so many people think being gay is. It wouldn’t go away. I hated it. I wanted to live just like everyone else. I didn’t want to be a second class citizen. I didn’t want to be the butt of all the gay slurs. I didn’t want to disappoint people.
After years, I began to accept that this was no phase. It just wouldn’t happen. At this point I knew I was gay but I still didn’t need anyone to know I was happy like that. No one suspected, I even dated a girl for 6 months. I did this partly to see if I did possibly like girls, but also I thought she was cool but I never liked her more than on a boyfriend and girlfriend level. I kept at this relationship trying to give myself chances to like this girl a lot but I concluded that that wasn’t going to happen. I felt awful about this but I broke up with her because I knew no results would yield from this relationship. But I finally came to terms that I am gay.
After this relationship, I glided through the rest of junior year with everyone thinking of me as a normal straight kid, nothing more. It was nice, no one knew. The only problem I had was with myself. I hated watching my friends get together with people and get in relationships and I wanted that too. This is especially tricky for closeted people it’s hard to get “out there” if no one know you are “out there.” So where else is there to get “out there” without getting “out there?”
Online. Not a shining moment in my history, but yeah, I went on online chat rooms seeking a relationship but honestly most of them yielded creeps and wierdos. Then I met Duke.
We met and I found that I’m not alone. He made me feel like I am worth something and that being gay isn’t bad it makes you different. Different isn’t bad. Different historically is where greatness is derived. It comforted me I felt I could rely on Duke and my difference and begin to tell people. That brings me to this past August.


