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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January 18, 2012
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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Labels:
1960's,
1970's,
1980's,
1990's,
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Blogmaster
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!!!
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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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December 18, 2011
Kyle
Kyle, age 3
Rammestein, Germany (1989)
I was always told by my parents that they knew that I would be different and special. I would walk around the house singing at the top of my lungs, and I loved talking to people. I was always so happy, loved bright colors, and loved to laugh. As you can see in my photo, I was doing both by age 3!
My parents always told me that they would love me no matter what happened.
I first knew I was different in the 4th grade, when I saw all the boys and girls holding hands with each other. I wanted to hold hands with a boy named Jesse, because he was nice to me.
When I was a pre-teen I had an antisocial phase, and I decided to come out of the closet at 14 for my own sanity. I mainly felt that being gay was my own business, and people didn't need to know. However, I couldn't open myself up to people in other ways, without being wholly honest about who I was.
So I came out and started making friends by being the funny guy. Since I was making everyone laugh, they didn't care who I was dating. As time went on, being gay was just something that was. I learned to surround myself with people who enjoyed me for me. I dated and learned lessons just like everyone else.
Since coming out, I have rarely felt "different" for being who I am. I have always been a big advocate of not letting my homosexuality define me. That's always the first thing I tell people who are curious about why I came out so early, and it's the advice that I give younger LGBT people now.
I'm not just a gay man, I am so much more than that.
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Rammestein, Germany (1989)
I was always told by my parents that they knew that I would be different and special. I would walk around the house singing at the top of my lungs, and I loved talking to people. I was always so happy, loved bright colors, and loved to laugh. As you can see in my photo, I was doing both by age 3!
My parents always told me that they would love me no matter what happened.
I first knew I was different in the 4th grade, when I saw all the boys and girls holding hands with each other. I wanted to hold hands with a boy named Jesse, because he was nice to me.
When I was a pre-teen I had an antisocial phase, and I decided to come out of the closet at 14 for my own sanity. I mainly felt that being gay was my own business, and people didn't need to know. However, I couldn't open myself up to people in other ways, without being wholly honest about who I was.
So I came out and started making friends by being the funny guy. Since I was making everyone laugh, they didn't care who I was dating. As time went on, being gay was just something that was. I learned to surround myself with people who enjoyed me for me. I dated and learned lessons just like everyone else.
Since coming out, I have rarely felt "different" for being who I am. I have always been a big advocate of not letting my homosexuality define me. That's always the first thing I tell people who are curious about why I came out so early, and it's the advice that I give younger LGBT people now.
I'm not just a gay man, I am so much more than that.
_____________________________________________________
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
Labels:
1980's,
born gay,
born this way,
California,
Europe,
Germany,
Kyle
December 12, 2011
Remiel
Remiel, age 8
Otago, New Zealand (1997)
I love this photo, because it was a victory for me. It meant I was going to attend the Cub Scouts with the other boys, instead of the Brownies with the girls. Yup, back then this cheeky chappie was a girl.
My parents kept my hair short, and I wore hand me downs from the older boys in my family. My family accepted my gender presentation, and still do. My dad used to boast about how strong I was.
When I was young, I assumed I was a boy. So puberty came as a depressing realization. I didn't grow my hair until I was 14, and only relented to dresses at 16.
It took me a long time to realize I was different. And I only figured it out when every time I imagined myself, I imagined myself as male.
As a kid, I ran around in a pack of boys playing sport and making messes. The other kids called me boy-girl. Seems they knew a dozen or so years before I would!
Now I'm genderqueer, gay, and coming to accept my place in the world.
I still like "guy things," but I'm a pretty femme gay guy.
One thing that never changes though: I still get asked, "Are you a boy or a girl?"
My answer: Yes!
Remiel's first, famous-person same sex crush:
Christian Cullen (All Blacks' rugby player)
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Otago, New Zealand (1997)
I love this photo, because it was a victory for me. It meant I was going to attend the Cub Scouts with the other boys, instead of the Brownies with the girls. Yup, back then this cheeky chappie was a girl.
My parents kept my hair short, and I wore hand me downs from the older boys in my family. My family accepted my gender presentation, and still do. My dad used to boast about how strong I was.
When I was young, I assumed I was a boy. So puberty came as a depressing realization. I didn't grow my hair until I was 14, and only relented to dresses at 16.
It took me a long time to realize I was different. And I only figured it out when every time I imagined myself, I imagined myself as male.
As a kid, I ran around in a pack of boys playing sport and making messes. The other kids called me boy-girl. Seems they knew a dozen or so years before I would!
Now I'm genderqueer, gay, and coming to accept my place in the world.
I still like "guy things," but I'm a pretty femme gay guy.
One thing that never changes though: I still get asked, "Are you a boy or a girl?"
My answer: Yes!
Remiel's first, famous-person same sex crush:
Christian Cullen (All Blacks' rugby player)
_____________________________________________________
Click here - "Born This Way: Real Stories of Growing Up Gay" book
Click here - "My First Gay Crush Blog"
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Labels:
1990's,
born gay,
born this way,
FTM,
Genderqueer,
New Zealand,
Remiel,
Trans
December 05, 2011
Michael
Michael, age 7
Barstow, California (1964)
I'm the boy in front with the hat, posing with my mom, sisters, and my cousin.
I always knew I was different.
While you would not know it by the photo, I never really tried to attract attention to myself.
My junior high and high school years were complete torture for me.
But thankfully, I have a loving family that has helped me survive.
I've been with my partner for 35 years now, and I would like everyone to know:
It does get better.
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Click here - "My First Gay Crush Blog"
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Barstow, California (1964)
I'm the boy in front with the hat, posing with my mom, sisters, and my cousin.
I always knew I was different.
While you would not know it by the photo, I never really tried to attract attention to myself.
My junior high and high school years were complete torture for me.
But thankfully, I have a loving family that has helped me survive.
I've been with my partner for 35 years now, and I would like everyone to know:
It does get better.
______________________________________________________
Click here - "Born This Way: Real Stories of Growing Up Gay" book
Click here - "My First Gay Crush Blog"
Click to follow this blog with Bloglovin' Tweet
Labels:
1960's,
born gay,
born this way,
Bullied,
California,
Michael,
Partnered
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