A strict, Christian community.
There was like one Jewish kid in my entire grade,
and he got a lot of crap like that.
I guess it was how we were brought up around here.
Biased, against all others who weren't exactly like us.
I didn't find it fair. I knew of Christians who weren't like this...but they weren't from here. They weren't from where I grew up.
It was a sin to be gay. The teachers even turned against you, and there was no help for bullying, because you were hated just as much.
I wanted to be straight. I wished I was. But I couldn't pretend. I would have given anything to be heterosexual...to be normal...
But I could not live my life in a lie.
So in eighth grade, already sure of myself, I came out.
Hoping some people who I had been close to would accept me.
I was wrong.