We literally had guards following us anywhere and everywhere to keep us safe. I am to thankful for the guards for doing there jobs and always kept me safe. Plus with my Grandma India’s help, I learned to give up all of the things that other teenagers care about which were friends, free time, boyfriends/girlfriends, and other activities, but instead I focused on the larger issue of integration. I soon quickly realized that I will not have a normal high school experience, but I will forever have the knowledge that I have fought on the right side and according to Grandma India, I fought God’s fight. At the end of my high school year at Central I had given up on friends and I broke up with my boyfriend, Vince.…
Throughout the 1900’s there was a lot of things built up against the United States, from WWII to the civil rights movements there was plenty for the citizens and the government to deal with. One important part of this time that people forget is the attacks and discrimination of different homosexual groups within this time. Thus it is believed that the U.S. should have gotten involved in stopping any persecution of homosexual individuals or groups in the 1900’s because, if they had done something then there might not be any of the difficulties and misunderstanding that there is today. One prime example of this was during WWII. Today when the topic of this horrible period is brought up the first thought is that of the thousands of Jews taken,…
Yesterday was National Coming Out Day and after reading so many other stories I feel compelled to share my own. The first time someone called me a faggot I was 6 years old. I didn’t understand what it meant at the time, but I felt the ridicule and rejection all too clearly.…
Coming out isn’t ever painless, but in the end it’s worthwhile. On October 10, 2015 I came out to my friends as a lesbian. It took over three years to mustard up the courage to accept myself. The moment I realized I was “different” I immediately block the notion from my head and reframed from it for over two years. I allowed myself to believe the lie I fictitious, until the point I could no longer function.…
I've come to realize that being a lesbian is a big part of who I am. It's not all that I am, but it's a single word that succinctly describes an otherwise mysterious part of myself, and it comes with an entire culture. It might seem like an arbitrary trait to focus so heavily on, but I think many people don't realize what a big role their orientation plays in their lives. Humans naturally want to understand themselves, but that was hard for me in a society that allows little flexibility in regards to gender and sexuality. Growing up with that pressure added to the feeling that my true self was buried under piles of assumptions and expectations, and it took a lot of digging to unearth it.…
Coming out is such a terrifying, depressing, hard experience. When I came out, I wasn’t ready. Back on November 9th, 2015, I first came out to my mom, and than next I came out to all of my friends, and they didn’t really support me, or they didn’t believe me. I was so scared, I became so depressed, and so upset. I felt unwanted, and I felt so wrong.…
A Journey toward Love and Acceptance was the essay that interested and moved me the most. The author is Greg Chapman and the essay he wrote is about growing up in a society where being gay isn’t “okay”. In the essay he talks about finding and accepting everything about yourself, even if others can’t accept you. He also touches on the topics of wanting to follow his religion and how keeping his secret hidden drove him into a deep depression.…
I knew I couldn’t run away from racism and although I love my high school I still face racism basically everyday. “Mow my lawn”, “Wetback”, my personal favorite “I can’t wait until Trump wins to send you back across the border”. The funny thing I find in all of this is I’m not even Mexican yet I get tagged in that group. I have nothing against I just ignored the ignorance that the other students the students I considered my brothers had against me.…
Foreign films don’t always have political messages, but when they do they portray the reality of the situation. In the film “The Year My Parents Went on Vacation” is based on the reality that many families in Brazil were going through in the 90’s, when the military took control over the government and anyone who would speak up was considered a communist. Through one family the film maker did a great job at showing how the government overtake caused a huge impact on thousands of families and many where forced to leave the country due to the fear they had. Although the film was well made, it was confusing at times and had some scenes that weren’t really clear. Some scenes had to be re-watched to be able to understand the situation better.…
Better Left Unsaid "C'mon Paige, you've gotta have a crush on somebody. " For a moment, an image flashed through my mind before I scolded myself, my face blushed crimson, my throat tightened, my palms became slick. I always dreaded this part of the middle school sleepovers I attended. Everybody's eyes were on me, as if trying to search out any secrets I might be hiding. Bloodhounds sniffing after a frightened rabbit.…
Just walking around people would give me looks like i’m a freak and I just held my head low. I moved schools and they didn’t know I was gay so I decided to keep it that way. I bottled up my true self and emotions and became a shy quiet person.…
When I first realized I was gay, it did not seem like a big difference. Some exciting stuff happened, like gay marriage becoming legal and meeting a group of friends who were also part of the lgbtq community. As time went on I trended towards music, art, literature, almost anything as long as I felt accepted or represented. I became more political as it became clear that more people than I could have imagined would like to take away my basic rights or the rights of those in my community. I could not understand how others were not keeping up in the realm of politics, why they were not as loud as me when it came to the same issues.…
Sorry it has taken me so long to respond, my life has been very hectic. You are very right in saying that freshman year is in the rear view mirror. This fall semester went very well. I made the deans list again, which is alwasy rewarding because I strive and dedicate myself to my school work. I am also at the status of a junior after this last semester as well.…
There are many things to be afraid of in this work but accepting yourself should not be one of them. When i was in the fifth grade i started to notice other guys. I didn't notice them as “cute” or “hot” because to be frank, as a fifth grader who really knows what it means to be “hot”? I noticed that other guys were stronger than me or that they had better hair than me..etc. Throught Elementary kids at school would question me about being gay.…
It was the start of puberty, and I know that for a fact because I had started cultivating my own brand of acne and I realized that I had my first big crush. On my classmate. She happened to be the coolest girl I met when first starting school in Mexico, with five years of dance and even more years in soccer behind her name. But she was never going to find out because the slippery slope in my mind assured me that even a peep of a confession would procure the inevitable end of all human morality. Homosexuality was either black or white, bad or good; the dichotomy made me feel like I was in the right.…