Coming Out to Myself

I grew up in a private lake community on Long Island. I know what you’re thinking but I assure you, it’s not at all like that. I was not entitled,...

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Fuck. I’m gay.

Fuck. I’m gay.

The earliest memory of “being gay” starts in about 3rd grade or so. This wasn’t necessarily when I realized “I like boys” but it was when it was br...

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