The 5% Who Will/ My Story
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1 out of every 10 people are born Gay. That means 1 of every 10 people are instantly put down, given bad labels, left alone, put in a minority and so much more, all for something they didn't ask for.
Gay teens are turning to suicide as a way of escaping.
If you want to tell them that life will get better, and you respect them for who they are, copy and paste this. Most of you won't, but let's see the 5% of you who will.
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I'm struggling with my sexuality right now. I started to think I might like girls around 12 years old. I chalked it up to all the hormones of puberty and being curious because I wasn't as developed as some other girls.
I experimented with my best friend because no boys were around. We role played and one of us was "the guy." One night when she slept over, I remember telling she looked beautiful with the way light shined on her face. I shook it off, contributing it to seeing people say stuff like that in movies and on TV. I also had a small crush on a girl at school but I rationalized that too. It conflicted with my Catholic upbringing and I never told anyone.
I ignored it throughout high school. I had crushes on some boys.
I dated a guy in college, if you could call it that. We were friends who flirted a bit. He thought I was cute and I liked him well enough. I had never kissed anyone before and it was not what I expected. I was attracted to him but it was just okay. I was nervous and I liked when he touched me but I didn't try to touch him.
I was hurt when he decided to get back together with his ex and I had to look at them every day.
A year and a half went by and then I started talking to a casual acquaintance. I shared some of my pain with her and we bonded. We talked about almost everything, every single day. I had fun and it was nice. She comforted me. She was the first person I told that I questioned my sexuality, which was a really big deal. She opened up something inside me that made me feel okay with that. She was gay herself and didn't pressure me in defining myself.
Soon enough we dated.
She has someone else now but he point is she brought a part of me that I wasn't sure even existed and I feel okay with liking girls now.
I wouldn't have asked for this. It's not easy and maybe I will be with a guy eventually but for now it's alright.I'm still figuring out who I am and what I want.
I've found that there are people who will accept, regardless of who I might love.
1 out of every 10 people are born Gay. That means 1 of every 10 people are instantly put down, given bad labels, left alone, put in a minority and so much more, all for something they didn't ask for.
Gay teens are turning to suicide as a way of escaping.
If you want to tell them that life will get better, and you respect them for who they are, copy and paste this. Most of you won't, but let's see the 5% of you who will.
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I'm struggling with my sexuality right now. I started to think I might like girls around 12 years old. I chalked it up to all the hormones of puberty and being curious because I wasn't as developed as some other girls.
I experimented with my best friend because no boys were around. We role played and one of us was "the guy." One night when she slept over, I remember telling she looked beautiful with the way light shined on her face. I shook it off, contributing it to seeing people say stuff like that in movies and on TV. I also had a small crush on a girl at school but I rationalized that too. It conflicted with my Catholic upbringing and I never told anyone.
I ignored it throughout high school. I had crushes on some boys.
I dated a guy in college, if you could call it that. We were friends who flirted a bit. He thought I was cute and I liked him well enough. I had never kissed anyone before and it was not what I expected. I was attracted to him but it was just okay. I was nervous and I liked when he touched me but I didn't try to touch him.
I was hurt when he decided to get back together with his ex and I had to look at them every day.
A year and a half went by and then I started talking to a casual acquaintance. I shared some of my pain with her and we bonded. We talked about almost everything, every single day. I had fun and it was nice. She comforted me. She was the first person I told that I questioned my sexuality, which was a really big deal. She opened up something inside me that made me feel okay with that. She was gay herself and didn't pressure me in defining myself.
Soon enough we dated.
She has someone else now but he point is she brought a part of me that I wasn't sure even existed and I feel okay with liking girls now.
I wouldn't have asked for this. It's not easy and maybe I will be with a guy eventually but for now it's alright.I'm still figuring out who I am and what I want.
I've found that there are people who will accept, regardless of who I might love.