Felix, age 7
Los Angeles, CA (1977)
My childhood consisted of lots of church. I was raised in a conservative, fundamentalist Christian home. My family’s circle consisted of members from our own religious affiliation. And our family vacations were just trips to attend church conventions. Television and dancing were not allowed in our home.
As a teen my parents’ TV ban relaxed, and I was introduced to pop culture icons like “Wonder Woman,” Donna Summer, and "H.R. Puffnstuff."
TV revealed entertainment that a boy like me was naturally inclined to enjoy. My male cousins watched sports and wrestling, which I found boring and stupid.
TV revealed entertainment that a boy like me was naturally inclined to enjoy. My male cousins watched sports and wrestling, which I found boring and stupid.
I attended 8 different schools because we kept moving. The changing of schools always left me with a feeling of being different, odd and left-out.
Adding to my dilemma, I was terrible at sports and was always chosen last for teams.
Adding to my dilemma, I was terrible at sports and was always chosen last for teams.
Later, I came to the realization that my out-of-place feelings were not because I was the new kid or because I lacked skills for sports. But rather, because I was gay, effeminate, and everyone could see it.
Childhood was not easy, especially hearing awful insults at school. But then to also be in the house of God and hear the same messages made my life feel worthless and insignificant.
I did excel in academics and that opened a way out of my sheltered upbringing.
I was able to attend and live on-campus during my college years. During those years, I did a lot of self-discovery and learned about self-esteem.
I was able to attend and live on-campus during my college years. During those years, I did a lot of self-discovery and learned about self-esteem.
Today, I attend the Metropolitan Community church, and I've met many friends with a similar upbringing. And I finally feel like I found my own tribe!
Recently, I re-visited a favorite childhood movie: “H.R. Puffnstuff” from 1969. Mama Cass Elliott sings a song called “Different.”
And I realized she was singing about me!
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