THE FIRST PERSON I CAME OUT TO
I actually went to an Art and Technology High School, so I was constantly surrounded by people who were very comfortable in their own skin. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, think about the movie FAME–lol. Yeah, a school for the arts is a completely different experience from a regular high school haha. So this helped smooth out my gradual process of coming out. “But wait–I’m a black man. My coming out experience may not be as smooth as some of my white classmates.” The black community is notorious for showing plenty of HATE towards gay/bisexual people…especially towards gay MEN.
I had a couple crushes during my high school years–on guys of course. There was this one guy who I was crushing on BIG TIME. It was to the point where I couldn’t even speak when he was near–NO LIE! I kept a lot to myself as a teenager so I decided to keep a journal. My journal was VERY therapeutic for me. Every time I referred to my secret crush in my journal, I only used his initials. I wasn’t comfortable with writing on paper that I was “interested” in another guy. Also, I was scared that someone would find my journal–now THAT would have been something lol.
Fast forward to my junior year. At 17 I was starting to become a bit more comfortable with the idea of me being–ummmm…gay. The first person I came out to was my high school best friend. It’s so funny every time I replay that moment in my head. I told her while we were chatting on Yahoo Messenger lol. Her reaction made me feel SO GOOD about myself and it lifted a huge weight off of my shoulders. She basically responded by saying “Okay…that’s all you had to tell me?–I don’t care.” That experience brought us even closer and now I had someone to check out guys with! LOL
“This coming out thing may not be so bad after all.” Or so I thought…
Part 3 coming soon
04-05-14 | 11:48 p.m.