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Gay Stereotypes

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I breathed in deeply and then let out every last drop of air until my lungs burned raw with exhaustion. I breathed in deeply until my lungs pressed against my rib cage, and then I let it all go again. Watching the golden dots of morning light glide across my ceiling, I melted into a feeling specific to Early Spring, characterized by the serene whistle of winds, and the bird’s hum they elicited. Numbness washed over my entire being: today, I’d decided, I’m coming out. I’m pansexual. I like girls. I like guys. I like people who aren’t necessarily girls or guys. I am, essentially, gay. I always have been, and always will be. Growing up, I had casual kindergarten crushes on girls while my friends had crushes on boys; yet, as a child, I couldn’t …show more content…

Gay wasn't a person. Gay didn’t apply to me. As I continued to grow older, my definition of “gay” changed. It wasn’t until fifth or sixth grade that the term no longer referred to a stereotype or an unclear idea; it now referred to real people. Gay began to describe my closest friends, my guy-friends who liked guys and my girl-friends who liked girls. Gay was no longer a whispered about, dirty word. Gay referred to people I loved. Immediately following my realization and confrontation with the meaning of the term “gay,” I began to question my own sexuality, resulting in bemusement and resentment. How could I be gay if liked boys? How could I be straight if I liked girls? For many months I wished desperately to be straight, despite my tolerance, and outright political activism for the LGBT+ community. At night, looking in the mirror my voice fell through, becoming hoarse and weak at the term gay. It couldn’t apply to me, it couldn’t. Now, today, I knew wholeheartedly that this single word did apply to me, that it was written in my genetic makeup from the day I was born, that this fundamental fluke wasn’t going anywhere, that it was finally time to let others know who I was. Today I was coming out to my best

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