Weston-Super-Mare, Somerset UK (1988)
The picture shows me a little disheveled looking. I don't think I look much different these days, though my little brother here has changed a lot! I suppose the earliest sign that I was gay was that out of the four sons she had, my mother always described me saying, "He was never any trouble at all."
I was a very gentle, sensitive child. Unlike my little brother, who was an absolute nightmare who never stopped screaming and crying!
I knew I was gay from the get-go, and it sometimes caused me embarrassment. Like entering a flower arranging competition at school, simply because I wanted to arrange flowers.
Why? Because I loved flowers!
And I didn't think anyone would notice I was the only boy to enter a flower arranging competition.
Unfortunately, for me, I won!
I had to accept a prize in front of the whole school. And because I was a boy,
I think some bitter parents bypassed the early signs I was gay. I think they assumed my mother had created the arrangement, and I was simply cheating.
Ironically, my dad had picked the flowers, but it was all arranged by myself.
The obvious "gay" behaviors I exhibited were never discouraged by my family.
At my grade school, I was friends with everyone in my class, and we all loved each other. So I never felt that I should be deeply worried about being different. Although, I was definitely aware of it.
It wasn't until Jr. High when things changed and I realized my gayness was something to not draw attention to, despite it targeting me for daily insults.
Today I can say I know that things do get better as you get older. And now I hope sometimes to bump into old bullies from school and not be scared of being gay.
It's such a liberation, not being embarrassed or ashamed anymore.
And I still love flowers!
Taken from: "http://borngaybornthisway.blogspot.com"
Cozad, NB (1964)
My name is Kevin and I'm originally from a small town in Nebraska.
At the time this photo was taken, I was joyful, giddy, fearless, and ready to perform.
I mean, who wouldn't want to dance around on stage and receive all that attention? I remember being especially excited to see the older girls with their fire batons.
The baton lessons lasted only one summer, and after that I started to get the message that:
"Boys don't twirl the baton or play with Barbie."
It was around this same time that I remember being fascinated by the older boys at the pool. Although it wasn't until I was 20 that I embraced my sexual identity.
It took me a long time to get comfortable with this image, but now I look at it with great affection.
Sometimes I wonder who I would have become if I'd been in a more "artistic" family, or had any gay role models.
That being said, my parents did the best that they could, and Mom continues to show her love and support.
Taken from : http://www.BornThisWayBlog.com