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Saturday, July 23, 2016

Outdoor Lust















It's My Nature

Andrew, age 3
Weston-Super-Mare, Somerset UK (1988)

The picture shows me a little disheveled looking. I don't think I look much different these days, though my little brother here has changed a lot! I suppose the earliest sign that I was gay was that out of the four sons she had, my mother always described me saying, "He was never any trouble at all."

I was a very gentle, sensitive child. Unlike my little brother, who was an absolute nightmare who never stopped screaming and crying!

I knew I was gay from the get-go, and it sometimes caused me embarrassment. Like entering a flower arranging competition at school, simply because I wanted to arrange flowers.

Why? Because I loved flowers!

And I didn't think anyone would notice I was the only boy to enter a flower arranging competition.

Unfortunately, for me, I won!



I had to accept a prize in front of the whole school. And because I was a boy,
I think some bitter parents bypassed the early signs I was gay. I think they assumed my mother had created the arrangement, and I was simply cheating.

Ironically, my dad had picked the flowers, but it was all arranged by myself.

The obvious "gay" behaviors I exhibited were never discouraged by my family.
At my grade school, I was friends with everyone in my class, and we all loved each other. So I never felt that I should be deeply worried about being different. Although, I was definitely aware of it.

It wasn't until Jr. High when things changed and I realized my gayness was something to not draw attention to, despite it targeting me for daily insults.

Today I can say I know that things do get better as you get older. And now I hope sometimes to bump into old bullies from school and not be scared of being gay.

It's such a liberation, not being embarrassed or ashamed anymore.
And I still love flowers!


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Taken from: "http://borngaybornthisway.blogspot.com"


Kevin, age 4
Cozad, NB (1964)

My name is Kevin and I'm originally from a small town in Nebraska.

At the time this photo was taken, I was joyful, giddy, fearless, and ready to perform.

I mean, who wouldn't want to dance around on stage and receive all that attention? I remember being especially excited to see the older girls with their fire batons.

The baton lessons lasted only one summer, and after that I started to get the message that:
"Boys don't twirl the baton or play with Barbie."

It was around this same time that I remember being fascinated by the older boys at the pool. Although it wasn't until I was 20 that I embraced my sexual identity.

It took me a long time to get comfortable with this image, but now I look at it with great affection.

Sometimes I wonder who I would have become if I'd been in a more "artistic" family, or had any gay role models.

That being said, my parents did the best that they could, and Mom continues to show her love and support.

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Taken from : http://www.BornThisWayBlog.com