QI’m in my final year of high school and I decided to come out as a lesbian—a very foolish move as I live in a small town that’s not exactly brimming with tolerant people. But I know there are other closeted people at my school and I figured if none of us ever take the first step, it won’t ever get any better around here. But the response from my peers was worse than I expected. It’s nothing too terrible, no physical violence, and in the beginning I could cope. But it’s been a while now and I guess I need some advice. It just isn’t getting better and I’m getting tired of it. I have to park two streets away so people don’t write shit on my car, someone’s hacked my user account and deleted important coursework, I’m either told I’m dressing like a dyke or trying to be a girl depending on what I choose to wear on any given day. I’m avoiding classes that I don’t have friends in because even if nothing is said (though it often is), the atmosphere is horrible. And none of this is that big a deal compared to what others have to go through, I know, but I’m sort of at the end of my tether.
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Reporting it to staff is useless because they just tell me there isn’t any proof and do fuck all. I’ve got some teachers looking out for me, but they can’t really do anything, either. I have some supportive friends, thank God, but it’s all just becoming a bit too much, and I need some advice on how to cope through the last few months until I can get out of this shithole town. —Tired and Losing It
Right now they’re making you feel like an outcast, TALI, and the malice stings. But what exactly are they casting you out of? Your high school? Their asshole cliques? That shit town? You haven’t been cast out, TALI; you’ve been liberated. Freed. Sprung.
QFour months ago my mom walked in on me messing around with my boyfriend in our garage. I’m also a boy, age 15, and I hadn’t gotten around to coming out to my parents yet. I felt bad that my mom had to find out by seeing what she saw. I stayed in my room crying until my father came home. They called me down to the kitchen and told me they loved me and that they were very, very sorry if they had ever done or said anything that made me feel like I couldn’t be open with them about who I am.
