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.
At 11 years old I crossed over from Cub Scouts to the Boy Scouts. It didn’t take long before I became the target of disparaging remarks about my perceived lack of masculinity from fellow scouts and even some adult leaders. In short order I learned knot tying and self-hatred.
During my teens my social life was built on three things: Other homeschoolers, my church youth group, and Scouting. None of which carry a very good track record when it comes to LGBT+ people.
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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.
At 11 years old I crossed over from Cub Scouts to the Boy Scouts. It didn’t take long before I became the target of disparaging remarks about my perceived lack of masculinity from fellow scouts and even some adult leaders. In short order I learned knot tying and self-hatred.
During my teens my social life was built on three things: Other homeschoolers, my church youth group, and Scouting. None of which carry a very good track record when it comes to LGBT+ people.
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