at the mere age of 13 i told them i was. because i was getting bad grades in religion (ironic) and i needed an excuse, so i said it. my mom thought i was lying, my dad told me not to *brand myself*
i listened, i thanked the heavens for giving me the chance to tell them early so they wont get a heart attack when i would have told them in my twenties. my brother was upstairs and obviously overheard.
he really didnt care. or at least show it. i mean, he obviously had to know, throughout my childhood i was very girlish.
my diary floats around the house, which is private, so my mother knows my obsessive crush on this kid.
i dont call myself homosexual. im just attracted to guys. maybe it will change. who knows. im to young to figure that out. and ive got plenty of other things on my mind, like school, art, veena, friends, volunteering, work, etc.
my brother may think this gay thing is a choice, which is completly untrue.
but the main reason is that he thinks that i think im better than him. condesending. but i really dont think that. i think hes a selfish, short sighted prick at times. but on other occasions, hes a nice older bro. but during that AIM convo, he seemed to have forgotten it all.