Growing up queer in a conservative family, is not exactly what I’d call an ‘ideal’ situation. There are a vast number of instances where I have to take a step back and remind myself that there is nothing wrong with me, that there’s nothing wrong in wanting to marry a girl someday, and absolutely nothing wrong in wanting to be truly happy.
I was in History class, about a year ago (when I wasn’t out to anyone except for my parents) playing with the rainbow wristband around my wrist when my best friend sitting next to be blurted, “Are you gay?” she asked, brown orbs bright. I nodded, biting my lower lip, “Yeah, but don’t tell anyone, okay?” She laughed then, throwing her long hair behind her, “If you didn’t want anyone to know then why did you tell me in the middle of History class?” At that point, all I could do was shrug. But, right now, I could tell you confidently that I told her because I needed some support.
A few days later, she came out to me as asexual and I sighed with relief. I had someone to talk to, someone to help me get through the annoyance I feel every time says the phrase, “That’s so gay.” (Once I saw someone in the hallway call a backpack gay, and I had to stop myself from screaming, “How can a backpack be gay? Does it …show more content…
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