I pretty much knew that there was something different about me when I was about five years old, I was on a soccer team and I used to kiss the boys and the cheeks, I also used to carry around a doll, and at my after school program I would play with Barbies. I didn't really know the word 'gay' but i knew that I was different from all of the other guys. I had a pretty normal life, I played with cars, I played sports. My sexual identity finally got me in the sixth grade, three years ago. I starte dhaving feelings for this guy, and I still was confused, the next year I finally knew to myself who I was I hadn't told my friends yet, because I went to a small Catholic school, and believe me word travels fast. Finally in my eighth grade year I knew I was gay, my friends knew and I had openly told them. The only thing left for me to do was to tell my parents, which I knew whas going to be very difficult. I went on various websites about coming out, and I felt ready but I didn't have the courage to tell them We know find ourselves where I am now, a openly gay freshman in high school. Just two months ago I told my sister I was gay and her response "It wasn't that hard to figure out." then I needed to tell my parents, but then my sister told me, "What's the point? They already know." My parents were alright with it, my mom still has her doubts but she's accepted it o has my dad. So that's my coming out story
