by C Dawg
It was pretty much a breeze, actually.
School was pretty much the only place where I felt safe and could actually share with my friends my innermost secrets. My parents shut me up whenever I tried to explain to them I wasn't being gay to piss them off or follow some form of extremist radical Western ideology. They pretty much sucked.
School was where I could belong to some form of group. My clique of friends were a bunch of hipsters/ pseudo-punk rockers who grew up on Marilyn Manson, New York Dolls and David Bowie (all celebrated glam rock acts) and knew that there was nothing wrong with being different. Sometimes, I feel that glam/punk/hard rock is so much more as it is able to open up people's eyes to many sprawling issues and people who differ from the social norm.
So, it was pretty cool just chilling with them being the only gay kid. We pretty much spent our afternoons headbanging to loud metal and chanting Marilyn Manson's iconic "The Beautiful People".
Of course, not everything was perfect. There were the kids who went out of their way to be awful to me, spreading malicious rumours that I was a "Aids-ridden cock-biter." There was some drama too when rumour got out that I was eyeing one of the school's sexiest dudes. So, shit got real and, sometimes, I got pretty much attacked and confronted. I would cry at home and all. But, the good thing was that my group of friends were always there for me. Even though, everybody else was a complete ass to me. My group of friends in school weren't.
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