I just looked at all of your blogs and I realized all of my followers are freakin’ good looking haha and Im not just saying that!

Happy Sunday everyone! Not much going on..I did go to New Orleans last night and I had pictures but I lost my phone :/ Also Im thinking of posting a video soon, which means you’ll get to hear my voice. Exciting stuff!

Im sure Ive talked about coming out before, but I don’t believe Ive told my story yet. Id first like to say that my story isn’t that dramatic or really exciting, but Ill tell you anyway.

I guess the hardest part about coming out was actually admitting to myself that I was attracted to guys. From a young age Ive always felt different. Instead of playing in the boys room in pre-school with trucks and blocks, I played in the dress up room with dresses props and wigs. When you’re that young you really don’t feel sexual attraction to anyone; or at least I didn’t. All through my lower elementary years it was kind of the same thing I was into a lot of theater and musicals and that sorta thing. It was 5 or 6th grade when I remember having a crush on one of my class mates that was a guy. I kept telling myself that I just wanted to be his friend, but I really wanted something more. It was a very confusing time in my life. I tried dating a girl; it was the summer before middle school. It went well, and I even dated another girl after that in 7th grade. They were ok relationships, but there was something that was always off for me. Until my junior year in high school, I pushed away my feelings for guys ( well..to be honest and gross don’t read this if you’re grossed out easily.) I still would think about guys in the moments when I was doing what all other young teenage boys do, but other than that I would not admit to myself that I was gay. Even hearing someone talking about or mentioning the word gay scared me. I  don’t know what took place between June and July the summer before my senior year, but I just gave in. I finally admitted to myself that I WAS GAY. 

To shorten this up, I met a guy that was actually my first roommate (he’s not now), and we ended up dating for a couple of months. It was in October that I told my mom. We were in the car coming home from a college visit when she asked me if I had gay tendencies. I told her that I did and she didn’t take it to harshly. When she told my dad he didn’t want to believe it and they both still have their moments where its not so easy for them to come to terms with my sexuality, but overall, they love and support me. And you know Im thankful for that. My mom grew up with my grandpa, who’s a southern baptist preacher and very conservative. My dad grew up with conservative parents as well. So Im lucky to have the parents I have sometimes I guess. 

The past couple of months Ive just started identifying myself as a gay male out in public, and so far so good. I know Ill run up against people who don’t agree with my life choices, but all I can do is walk on. And about religion, as long as Im living a life full of love and Im doing good things, why should I go to hell? But thats a whole other argument. 

If you have any other questions or want to talk write me :)