[This post is part two of an LGBT story. You can find part one here.]
I ended up calling the cops to go back to the house to get my stuff. When I met with the cop he told me that I was a minor and that I HAD to go back home. So he took me home and talked to my parents. He told them that they couldn’t kick me out. So the cop motioned me back into the house. It was a horrible feeling, the idea of being fed to the wolves. I went back inside.
Much drama happened the next year. Arguments with my parents. Falling out with friends due my sexuality.
One awesome memory I had was Gym class in the locker room. I was the person to unlock the doors for the locker room. A asshole kind of guy said “hurry up fag” I told him to f*ck off. A few minutes later in the locker room, I was at the end of the locker room changing back into my street clothes when the guy came up with like 4 other guys. They started calling me anti-gay names and I was thinking wow is this really going to happen? Am, I really going to get my ass kicked for being gay? Just then when the 4 guys were inches away from me, about 10 other guys came up and pretty much screamed in sync “LEAVE HIM ALONE!!!” They were all the buff jock guys. I didn’t even know half of them. The 4 guys saw their defeat and just walked away. It was an amazing feeling being rescued like that and having people stick up for me. The rest of the year, the 4 guys never even looked in my direction again. Read the rest of this entry »
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