Mió, age 12
Gammelstad, Sweden 1977
I grew up in the north of Sweden, in a little town where the sun doesn't shine in the winter and shines brightly all during summer.
I always knew that there was something "different" about me. But little did I know that in the future it would bring about this gay and wonderful life.
A tough part growing up is that my parents were VERY religious. And sometimes that felt like a curse from the dark side.
I didn't have many friends growing up, but I had one special one. It was Peter, my first love. He had moved to our town and was in my class.
It was love at first sight, before I knew how love would actually feel.
To this day, I remember every little thing about him:
His blue eyes, the blond hair, and his wonderful dimples.
Today, I'm married to a wonderful husband, with three lovely children and a beautiful life. I wouldn't change my childhood, this black-grey-sepia-period of mine. Somehow it formed me and shaped me into the person I am today.
Mom, you always knew - even if you bit the pillow when my little sister turned out to be a lesbian. Dad, you never knew - even when you found me in bed with another man! So here I am, and here YOU are - born perfect in the eyes of God!
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July 21, 2013
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July 15, 2013
Diego
Diego, age 3
Córdoba, Argentina (1993)
And to think that my mother was horrified when I came out to her two years ago. I guess she's always been in denial or something, because as everyone can see, the signs were there from early age. In my picture I'm playing with a very old doll that I absolutely LOVED (it belonged to my mom in the 60's) and I'm trying to figure out how to make that apron/skirt work. I'm sure I was a little iffy about the color combination with that Mickey Mouse sweater, but I believe I pulled it off.
Just look at that blonde hair and those fashionable shoes.
That kid knows his game.
Growing up I was always the loner kind. Although I wasn't bullied or anything for being gay, I was bullied for being a fat bookworm type.
Today, 20 years later, I've played with a few more dolls in that time. But mainly, I've been trying to find my place in this wild world.
I've grown a little self-conscious about my body, as I'm now what you call a "bear" or a plus sized guy. This has brought many self esteem issues that have crippled me socially and emotionally. I haven't been on many dates, nor in a position of confidence and comfort with a man the times that I did
But hey, I'm not here to make you feel sad. And although it might sound like a cliché, I have learned that there is definitely always a better tomorrow.
You might be a little different, a little fat, a little skinny or whatever. But there is always someone out there that will love you for precisely those things. Always be yourself, and don't conform to social rules just to "fit in." True love only comes when you are true with who you are.
I'd like to close by saying you are doing just fantastic work with the blog and the book. I can't find other words to describe it, it's great. Keep it up!
___________________________________________________
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Córdoba, Argentina (1993)
And to think that my mother was horrified when I came out to her two years ago. I guess she's always been in denial or something, because as everyone can see, the signs were there from early age. In my picture I'm playing with a very old doll that I absolutely LOVED (it belonged to my mom in the 60's) and I'm trying to figure out how to make that apron/skirt work. I'm sure I was a little iffy about the color combination with that Mickey Mouse sweater, but I believe I pulled it off.
Just look at that blonde hair and those fashionable shoes.
That kid knows his game.
Growing up I was always the loner kind. Although I wasn't bullied or anything for being gay, I was bullied for being a fat bookworm type.
Today, 20 years later, I've played with a few more dolls in that time. But mainly, I've been trying to find my place in this wild world.
I've grown a little self-conscious about my body, as I'm now what you call a "bear" or a plus sized guy. This has brought many self esteem issues that have crippled me socially and emotionally. I haven't been on many dates, nor in a position of confidence and comfort with a man the times that I did
But hey, I'm not here to make you feel sad. And although it might sound like a cliché, I have learned that there is definitely always a better tomorrow.
You might be a little different, a little fat, a little skinny or whatever. But there is always someone out there that will love you for precisely those things. Always be yourself, and don't conform to social rules just to "fit in." True love only comes when you are true with who you are.
I'd like to close by saying you are doing just fantastic work with the blog and the book. I can't find other words to describe it, it's great. Keep it up!
___________________________________________________
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July 03, 2013
Erin
Erin, age 7
Saint Cloud, Minnesota (1986)
This is a picture of me with the neighbors' daughter Bonnie, who was also my first crush.
It was around this age I started realizing I was different from the other little girls.
They, like Bonnie, liked their dresses and wearing ribbons in their hair. I liked my plaid shirts and jeans and wanted to have my hair spiked. But my dad wouldn't let me cut my hair like a boy's.
And I always preferred my Transformers and GI Joe's to my Barbie and Jem dolls
I was bullied some in junior high and high school.
I was called a dyke and that sort of thing.
But the one person who has always stood by my side and been supportive is my mom. When I told her I was a lesbian, she told me, "Oh honey, I know."
My mom knows that I was born this way.
The message I'd like to give to LGBTQ kids of today: Be who you are, be proud.
It's not always going to be easy, but it's honest. And it's your truth.
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Saint Cloud, Minnesota (1986)
This is a picture of me with the neighbors' daughter Bonnie, who was also my first crush.
It was around this age I started realizing I was different from the other little girls.
They, like Bonnie, liked their dresses and wearing ribbons in their hair. I liked my plaid shirts and jeans and wanted to have my hair spiked. But my dad wouldn't let me cut my hair like a boy's.
And I always preferred my Transformers and GI Joe's to my Barbie and Jem dolls
I was bullied some in junior high and high school.
I was called a dyke and that sort of thing.
But the one person who has always stood by my side and been supportive is my mom. When I told her I was a lesbian, she told me, "Oh honey, I know."
My mom knows that I was born this way.
The message I'd like to give to LGBTQ kids of today: Be who you are, be proud.
It's not always going to be easy, but it's honest. And it's your truth.
_____________________________________________________
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June 24, 2013
Karina
Karina, age 8
New York, New York (1997)
Growing up in an immigrant family from Russia, I was everything that nice immigrant children weren't supposed to be: outgoing, chatty and not interested in becoming a doctor. I can't recall sensing I might be gay, but I definitely recall having crushes or "falling in love" with different women in my life: the third grade teacher whose class I wanted to be in, the friend I always wanted to stand next to in ballet class, and the blonde camp counselor who always left me speechless.
And also the girl on my school bus in 8th grade. I would instigate silly drama with her just to get her attention.
I even told her that a guy friend liked her, just so she would call me to talk about it.
As I got older, I definitely knew that girls interested me in a way that guys never did.
Despite the feelings that I developed for girls, I never truly thought I was gay.
Because that just didn't happen in Russian families, and I knew there was no way that could happen in my family, or in my culture.
When I finally entered my first relationship with a girl at age 20, I couldn't even acknowledge that same-sex attractions were normal for me. But I soon had an epiphany and I just knew. And it felt so wonderful to understand myself in a way that I never had before: I am gay.
And I felt so light, as if I could fly. My life made sense for the first time. I told my closest friends and we just laughed about it. My friends treated me the way my parents should have.
My parents will never be happy that their daughter is gay, but they have come a long way in a few years. I know they love me, and our relationship has grown significantly since I first told them. I'm learning to forgive them for their initial reactions, which were less than kind.
I recently came out to my two male cousins and my grandmother, who is my biggest ally. They were both super supportive. One cousin, a health freak, said,
"As long as you don't eat dairy or gluten, I don't care."
I've always known that I was extremely lucky to have been brought to America at a young age, but that feeling has never been stronger than it is now. I'm thankful that I am thousands of miles away from Russia's virulent, violent homophobia.
And my heart breaks for the Russian LGBT community today that suffers at the hands of its government and their intolerant citizens every day.
____________________________________________________
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New York, New York (1997)
Growing up in an immigrant family from Russia, I was everything that nice immigrant children weren't supposed to be: outgoing, chatty and not interested in becoming a doctor. I can't recall sensing I might be gay, but I definitely recall having crushes or "falling in love" with different women in my life: the third grade teacher whose class I wanted to be in, the friend I always wanted to stand next to in ballet class, and the blonde camp counselor who always left me speechless.
And also the girl on my school bus in 8th grade. I would instigate silly drama with her just to get her attention.
I even told her that a guy friend liked her, just so she would call me to talk about it.
As I got older, I definitely knew that girls interested me in a way that guys never did.
Despite the feelings that I developed for girls, I never truly thought I was gay.
Because that just didn't happen in Russian families, and I knew there was no way that could happen in my family, or in my culture.
When I finally entered my first relationship with a girl at age 20, I couldn't even acknowledge that same-sex attractions were normal for me. But I soon had an epiphany and I just knew. And it felt so wonderful to understand myself in a way that I never had before: I am gay.
And I felt so light, as if I could fly. My life made sense for the first time. I told my closest friends and we just laughed about it. My friends treated me the way my parents should have.
My parents will never be happy that their daughter is gay, but they have come a long way in a few years. I know they love me, and our relationship has grown significantly since I first told them. I'm learning to forgive them for their initial reactions, which were less than kind.
I recently came out to my two male cousins and my grandmother, who is my biggest ally. They were both super supportive. One cousin, a health freak, said,
"As long as you don't eat dairy or gluten, I don't care."
I've always known that I was extremely lucky to have been brought to America at a young age, but that feeling has never been stronger than it is now. I'm thankful that I am thousands of miles away from Russia's virulent, violent homophobia.
And my heart breaks for the Russian LGBT community today that suffers at the hands of its government and their intolerant citizens every day.
____________________________________________________
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June 13, 2013
Robert
Robert, age 5
White Settlement, Texas (1943)
This was snapped on my first day of school, in a place called "Liberator Village." "Liberators" were bomber war planes made in a factory there, and my tiny Mama crawled inside their wings and welded things.
Back then, kids couldn't start school till after their 6th birthday. But because Mama didn't want me to wait till I was nearly 7 to start, she falsified my birth date so I could start when I was still age 5.
Because I read well, I was quickly promoted to 2nd grade. Although lonely among older kids, I wasn't afraid of school.
One summer, I had lured neighbor boys into the schoolhouse's deeply-recessed doorways to play "You show me yours, I’ll show you mine."
I never had problems about my gayness. Because homosexuality was so feared,
no one ever talked about it or warned me against it. So I wasn't indoctrinated.
Also, I read Sappho, Catullus, Isherwood, and Auden early, and it was actually harder being smart than it was being gay.
I was beat up through high-school for "carrying too many books." Although both straight and gay boys attended my notorious "slumber parties," they were afraid to befriend me in everyday life.
Thus, I lived vicariously through movies and books, and instead of having steady boyfriends, I secretly worshiped movie star Tab Hunter.
Later in life I was alone and maladjusted. I dropped out of college and was thrown out of the Air Force. I fortunately visited New York and wandered into the Caffe Cino, the first Off-Off Broadway Theatre - and the birthplace of gay theatre.
And it was there, at last, that I found artistic, intelligent, gay friends and lovers. Though I was openly gay, I had an international playwrighting career.
It’s somewhat easier being gay today, but things can change in an instant.
Or worse, they can change with an election. So be wise and be wary, kids.
_____________________________________________________
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White Settlement, Texas (1943)
This was snapped on my first day of school, in a place called "Liberator Village." "Liberators" were bomber war planes made in a factory there, and my tiny Mama crawled inside their wings and welded things.
Back then, kids couldn't start school till after their 6th birthday. But because Mama didn't want me to wait till I was nearly 7 to start, she falsified my birth date so I could start when I was still age 5.
Because I read well, I was quickly promoted to 2nd grade. Although lonely among older kids, I wasn't afraid of school.
One summer, I had lured neighbor boys into the schoolhouse's deeply-recessed doorways to play "You show me yours, I’ll show you mine."
I never had problems about my gayness. Because homosexuality was so feared,
no one ever talked about it or warned me against it. So I wasn't indoctrinated.
Also, I read Sappho, Catullus, Isherwood, and Auden early, and it was actually harder being smart than it was being gay.
I was beat up through high-school for "carrying too many books." Although both straight and gay boys attended my notorious "slumber parties," they were afraid to befriend me in everyday life.
Thus, I lived vicariously through movies and books, and instead of having steady boyfriends, I secretly worshiped movie star Tab Hunter.
Later in life I was alone and maladjusted. I dropped out of college and was thrown out of the Air Force. I fortunately visited New York and wandered into the Caffe Cino, the first Off-Off Broadway Theatre - and the birthplace of gay theatre.
And it was there, at last, that I found artistic, intelligent, gay friends and lovers. Though I was openly gay, I had an international playwrighting career.
It’s somewhat easier being gay today, but things can change in an instant.
Or worse, they can change with an election. So be wise and be wary, kids.
_____________________________________________________
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Click here - "My First Gay Crush Blog"
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June 06, 2013
Jim
Jim, age 7
Penticton, British Columbia, Canada (1965)
I've always been gay, and looking back at my photos, I cant figure out why everyone else was surprised. And yes, I'm the boy on the right, hand on my head.
I guess it was because I always had a best "girlfriend" and so people thought there MUST be something going on romantically between us.
I was always "creative" and "whimsical" and I loved to sing and dance.
And I was into everything "artsy."
I was never bullied but still felt I was missing out all through school, as all my friends had boyfriends or girlfriends. I took my guidance counsellor's advice and waited til after high school to come out to my friends.
My mom cried a little when I told her a couple years later, but she assured me that she would always love me. She called back a week later and said she was having a little trouble because she didn't want me to be alone.
I told her I had just met a very cute boy, and he eventually met my mom.
Well, it's 32 years later and we're still together!!!
And it is still getting better and better!
We take nothing for granted and we tell each other 'I love you' everyday.
____________________________________________________
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Penticton, British Columbia, Canada (1965)
I've always been gay, and looking back at my photos, I cant figure out why everyone else was surprised. And yes, I'm the boy on the right, hand on my head.
I guess it was because I always had a best "girlfriend" and so people thought there MUST be something going on romantically between us.
I was always "creative" and "whimsical" and I loved to sing and dance.
And I was into everything "artsy."
I was never bullied but still felt I was missing out all through school, as all my friends had boyfriends or girlfriends. I took my guidance counsellor's advice and waited til after high school to come out to my friends.
My mom cried a little when I told her a couple years later, but she assured me that she would always love me. She called back a week later and said she was having a little trouble because she didn't want me to be alone.
I told her I had just met a very cute boy, and he eventually met my mom.
Well, it's 32 years later and we're still together!!!
And it is still getting better and better!
We take nothing for granted and we tell each other 'I love you' everyday.
____________________________________________________
Click here - "Born This Way: Real Stories of Growing Up Gay" book
Click here - "My First Gay Crush Blog"
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