justjoshing
Virgin
I was fairly popular from kindergarten until fifth grade. I lived in a small suburb of Corpus Christi, TX at the time, and people hardly ever moved from there. Despite not being good at sports, I was on a couple of little league teams. I got along quite well with the boys, playing Power Rangers, and the girls by playing house.
Middle school was horrible, as I had moved to an even smaller town and was one of the few minorities. People in that small Texas town didn't really care for that. I found a few good friends though, and managed to stay under the radar, save for a few bullies. I guess at the time I was a social outcast.
I moved once again for high school to Houston. It was pretty average. Most people knew me because of my surprisingly deep voice, and from the Debate team and Yearbook. I found a pretty good group of friends, and talked with people from all types of social groups. I was teased from time to time. Mostly it was by this guy who, for some reason, absolutely hated me. Actually, he probably hated me because I was gay. I started coming out of the closet in my sophomore year, and by that December pretty much everyone new. Nothing beats being called a fag every day in Biology. He's working as a exterminator now. Karma is a bitch.
Surprisingly enough, a lot of the football players would stick up for me when I would be teased about being gay. Aside from a few instances, I've always had great friendships with straight guys.
I cared more about fitting in when I was in middle school than in high school. Once I got to high school I realized that nothing, aside from my grades (and even then...) would matter in the real world. I found some good friends, joined a few clubs, and tried to make the most of my four years.
Middle school was horrible, as I had moved to an even smaller town and was one of the few minorities. People in that small Texas town didn't really care for that. I found a few good friends though, and managed to stay under the radar, save for a few bullies. I guess at the time I was a social outcast.
I moved once again for high school to Houston. It was pretty average. Most people knew me because of my surprisingly deep voice, and from the Debate team and Yearbook. I found a pretty good group of friends, and talked with people from all types of social groups. I was teased from time to time. Mostly it was by this guy who, for some reason, absolutely hated me. Actually, he probably hated me because I was gay. I started coming out of the closet in my sophomore year, and by that December pretty much everyone new. Nothing beats being called a fag every day in Biology. He's working as a exterminator now. Karma is a bitch.
Surprisingly enough, a lot of the football players would stick up for me when I would be teased about being gay. Aside from a few instances, I've always had great friendships with straight guys.
I cared more about fitting in when I was in middle school than in high school. Once I got to high school I realized that nothing, aside from my grades (and even then...) would matter in the real world. I found some good friends, joined a few clubs, and tried to make the most of my four years.



