I came out when I was seventeen. I was terrified. Truly, utterly terrified. Not that people would make fun of me or not accept me, but that I would be alone. I was scared of being alone. There was only one other gay kid in my high school, and after five days of dating him, we broke up, and then I was...on my own. Don't get me wrong. I had wonderful friends, and I was able to keep my family from finding out about my sexuality until I was ready for them to hear it, but still, I felt isolated. I felt like I was never going to be in a relationship like my friends were. I couldn't have that romantic prom date everybody else seemed to have. I couldn't kiss in the hallways or have a high school sweetheart. All because there just wasn't anybody else but me. But then it got better. I went to college, and I found out that there were other gay people out there in the world. There were other people who felt how I felt. And looking back, all those prom fantasi...
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