"And so what," I thought to myself. I couldn't believe I was doing this again.
"What if I told my mom, my sister, all my friends at my church?"
My mom was asleep, and my sister was watching TV in the living room, so I was quite safe in my own room. I don't know why I was so afraid. It's not as if telling the world I am queer or a fag (god I flinch at that word) was going to bring it down. But that's just how it was for me. Tears stream down my face as I think of what could happen and what probably would happen.
My whole world was built around my mask, my outer shell, my lie. Part of me was afraid of the hate and disgust that would come
"And so what," I thought to myself. I couldn't believe I was doing this again.
"What if I told my mom, my sister, all my friends at my church?"
My mom was asleep, and my sister was watching TV in the living room, so I was quite safe in my own room. I don't know why I was so afraid. It's not as if telling the world I am queer or a fag (god I flinch at that word) was going to bring it down. But that's just how it was for me. Tears stream down my face as I think of what could happen and what probably would happen.
My whole world was built around my mask, my outer shell, my lie. Part of me was afraid of the hate and disgust that would come
Evresi Eseis
I walked into the living room of my parents' house, finding boxes still half unpacked and the beginnings of pictures to be put on the wall. My father sat on the couch reading through a pamphlet he got from church. 'How To Handle Your Growing Teen' it read. I sigh, catching his attention and he looked up at me.
"Where have you been for so long?" he asked, not in a mean way but trying to be a friend.
"Didn't mom tell you?" He shook his head. "Oh, well, I was just hanging out with Aaron. You know the boy I met at school?"
Aaron was a painter, and boy could he! He had invited me over to show me some of his latest works.
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