Philippe, age 8
Montréal, Quebec, Canada (1992)
I have two vivid memories about kindergarten. The first one is about a boy from another city who moved back to his home in the middle of the year. I kept having dreams about him for a long time, though I can barely remember if he even ever really existed. In any case, I liked him a lot.
The other memory is how my teacher and class thought I was weird because I never enjoyed playing in the "little house" with the other kids.
For some reason, that little house was so popular, but I hated it.
All the kids would be playing and screaming; the girls would pretend to make tea and the boys would swing hammers. I just couldnt stand it.
Around this age, my parents signed me up with the soccer team, because apparently I preferred to pick flowers around the field, rather than run and kick a ball.
After that, my parents signed me up in the Boy Scouts, which is a whole other story that involves some of my first experiences with sexuality.
I pretty much always knew I was different, and I've always been mostly happy about it, especially when I didnt know what it really meant. I am lucky to have parents who love and support me, and three amazing sisters who just cant wait to rant and rave about guys with me.
Life is full of surprises. I am now in a relationship with a georgous man, I'm studying medical science, and I'm hoping to do some research and health care for my community.
Thanks for doing this great project. I see a lot of homophobia around me, and it makes me so happy when I see ideas such as this one, that are so full of love.
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March 15, 2012
March 06, 2012
Danny
Danny, age 5
Brownwood, Texas (1956)
Looks a little too happy for a small-town Texas kid, doesn't it? I love this picture now, and about two years later, I knew it was boys I liked.
I experimented with the boys around me through Cub and Boy Scouts during junior and high school, and I came out once I was on my own.
I don't remember much in the way of teasing or bullying as I was growing up. For one thing,
I was smarter than the rest of the kids in my classes, so the teachers noticed me.
I also had a big brother who was tough. Unlike the rest of my family, he looked out for me.
Soon after this photo was taken, the rest of my family began mocking my comedy and dance routines. They would drag me out and make me perform in front of neighbors - for the express purpose of everyone having a laugh, but me.
And not the good-natured kind of laughter.
But when I got away from them 13 years later, I became a professional performer and pursued it for 20 years.
So my advice to the gay kids of today is: Keep your dreams close.
And don't give anyone the power to take them away from you.
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Brownwood, Texas (1956)
Looks a little too happy for a small-town Texas kid, doesn't it? I love this picture now, and about two years later, I knew it was boys I liked.
I experimented with the boys around me through Cub and Boy Scouts during junior and high school, and I came out once I was on my own.
I don't remember much in the way of teasing or bullying as I was growing up. For one thing,
I was smarter than the rest of the kids in my classes, so the teachers noticed me.
I also had a big brother who was tough. Unlike the rest of my family, he looked out for me.
Soon after this photo was taken, the rest of my family began mocking my comedy and dance routines. They would drag me out and make me perform in front of neighbors - for the express purpose of everyone having a laugh, but me.
And not the good-natured kind of laughter.
But when I got away from them 13 years later, I became a professional performer and pursued it for 20 years.
So my advice to the gay kids of today is: Keep your dreams close.
And don't give anyone the power to take them away from you.
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Click here - "Born This Way: Real Stories of Growing Up Gay" book
Click here - "My First Gay Crush Blog"
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March 03, 2012
LA CA event - March 5th
This Monday, March 5th in Los Angeles - The Village Variety Pack presents our 1st Anniversary Celebration party and it's gonna be a super fun event!
We'll be featuring slides from the blog, and 3 amazing guests
will be appearing live to read their growing up gay stories:
Sutan Amrull (aka Raja Gemini, Season 3 winner of Ru Paul's Drag Race)
Todd Hughes (filmmaker, "Hits So Hard")
Clinton Leupp (aka the inimitable Miss Coco Peru)
Also part of this wonderful night of talent is:
Peter Mac as Judy Garland
Uncle Gay & Aunt Bitter (aka comics Tony Tripoli & Penelope Lombard)
The Forever Young Chorale Group
Charles Romaine, singer
Tickets are $15 ** and available at:
- www.lagaycenter.org - or by calling (323) 860-7300
All proceeds benefit the LA Gay & Lesbian Center's youth outreach programs.
** Use the password "GAGA" at the box office for $8 tickets!
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We'll be featuring slides from the blog, and 3 amazing guests
will be appearing live to read their growing up gay stories:
Sutan Amrull (aka Raja Gemini, Season 3 winner of Ru Paul's Drag Race)
Todd Hughes (filmmaker, "Hits So Hard")
Clinton Leupp (aka the inimitable Miss Coco Peru)
Also part of this wonderful night of talent is:
Peter Mac as Judy Garland
Uncle Gay & Aunt Bitter (aka comics Tony Tripoli & Penelope Lombard)
The Forever Young Chorale Group
Charles Romaine, singer
Tickets are $15 ** and available at:
- www.lagaycenter.org - or by calling (323) 860-7300
All proceeds benefit the LA Gay & Lesbian Center's youth outreach programs.
** Use the password "GAGA" at the box office for $8 tickets!
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January 18, 2012
Aimee
Aimee, age 8
Portland, Oregon (1981)
Hello! My name is Aimee and I was born this way in Oregon.
The closest professional football team was the Seattle Seahawks, and although my brother was given a San Francisco Giants uniform, I was the only one to wear mine daily.
I was active in sports and I thank the drafters of Title 9, as that allowed for girls to express non-traditional feminine attributes. And that was a big deal in 1972!
Although some freedoms of expression were encouraged during my childhood, I grew up in a homophobic environment.
I did not feel comfortable coming out until I left home at age 17. Since then,
I have been very active supporting LGBTQ youth and now work as a professor teaching human sexuality to undergraduates.
My message for LGBTQ youth who feel alone is: please know there is a loving community of LGBTQ adults who have experienced some or most of what you may be feeling today - and it does get better.
You are not alone, so reach out and you will find an open hand.
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Portland, Oregon (1981)
Hello! My name is Aimee and I was born this way in Oregon.
The closest professional football team was the Seattle Seahawks, and although my brother was given a San Francisco Giants uniform, I was the only one to wear mine daily.
I was active in sports and I thank the drafters of Title 9, as that allowed for girls to express non-traditional feminine attributes. And that was a big deal in 1972!
Although some freedoms of expression were encouraged during my childhood, I grew up in a homophobic environment.
I did not feel comfortable coming out until I left home at age 17. Since then,
I have been very active supporting LGBTQ youth and now work as a professor teaching human sexuality to undergraduates.
My message for LGBTQ youth who feel alone is: please know there is a loving community of LGBTQ adults who have experienced some or most of what you may be feeling today - and it does get better.
You are not alone, so reach out and you will find an open hand.
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January 09, 2012
:: Happy 1st Birthday! ::
Hey everyone!
Today (January 9th 2012) marks the 1st birthday of this blog!
I shared some of my thoughts about everything on Facebook here.
And in honor of this amazing milestone, I'd like to feature the first
10 people who submitted their story and photo to the blog a year ago
- just in case you didn't get to scroll back that far! They were truly those who got the whole project rolling, so let's celebrate them!
Here they are below. Click on their names and enjoy!
AND THANK YOU FOR ALL YOUR SUPPORT THIS YEAR!
xo - Your blogmaster, Paul V.
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Ghy, age 3
East LA, California (1974)
Kurt, age 12
Today (January 9th 2012) marks the 1st birthday of this blog!
I shared some of my thoughts about everything on Facebook here.
And in honor of this amazing milestone, I'd like to feature the first
10 people who submitted their story and photo to the blog a year ago
- just in case you didn't get to scroll back that far! They were truly those who got the whole project rolling, so let's celebrate them!
AND THANK YOU FOR ALL YOUR SUPPORT THIS YEAR!
xo - Your blogmaster, Paul V.
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Kevin, age 4
Cozad, Nebraska (1964)
Cozad, Nebraska (1964)
Woodland Hills, California (1981)
Ghy, age 3
East LA, California (1974)
Kurt, age 12
Chicago, Illinois (1968)
Denver, Colorado (1980)
Los Angeles, California (1983)
Wisconsin (1977)
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma (1986)
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December 23, 2011
Tracy
Tracy, age 12
Salem, Oregon (1972)
This was me on Christmas day, 1972. My poor mom went shopping for an outfit she thought I would like, and bought a shirt with a man's necktie attached as part of the shirt! I was devastated. My mom saw my face when I opened the gift.
I looked up at her, and with tears streaming down my face, and I said:
"You think I'm a boy????"
So my mom took that shirt, got her seam ripper out, and removed the necktie.
My life was unusual already, having deaf parents. I have deaf relatives on both sides of the family. It is hereditary. However, I do not have any hearing loss.
My mom taught me how to do everything.
I knew how to cook, clean, sew my own clothes and iron.
But as my dad didn't have a son at that time,
I learned his trade as well. He was a car painter, a body and fender man. I learned to mask, sand, and apply primer.
I knew I liked women at the age of five. I liked the way my first grade teacher smelled, and she was very affectionate and kind to all of us.
But I didn't know what being a lesbian meant. I had only one boy I talked to, but we never dated, and my first experience with a woman didn't happen until college.
As for the outfit, I wore it over and over, until I grew taller. I felt so cool!
And I still looked like a little dyke, even without a necktie!!!
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Salem, Oregon (1972)
This was me on Christmas day, 1972. My poor mom went shopping for an outfit she thought I would like, and bought a shirt with a man's necktie attached as part of the shirt! I was devastated. My mom saw my face when I opened the gift.
"You think I'm a boy????"
So my mom took that shirt, got her seam ripper out, and removed the necktie.
My life was unusual already, having deaf parents. I have deaf relatives on both sides of the family. It is hereditary. However, I do not have any hearing loss.
My mom taught me how to do everything.
I knew how to cook, clean, sew my own clothes and iron.
But as my dad didn't have a son at that time,
I learned his trade as well. He was a car painter, a body and fender man. I learned to mask, sand, and apply primer.
I knew I liked women at the age of five. I liked the way my first grade teacher smelled, and she was very affectionate and kind to all of us.
But I didn't know what being a lesbian meant. I had only one boy I talked to, but we never dated, and my first experience with a woman didn't happen until college.
As for the outfit, I wore it over and over, until I grew taller. I felt so cool!
And I still looked like a little dyke, even without a necktie!!!
___________________________________________________
Click here - "Born This Way: Real Stories of Growing Up Gay" book
Click here - "My First Gay Crush Blog"
Click to follow my blog with Bloglovin' Tweet
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