I, like I'm sure most everyone, though I was straight for my first few years of life.
Not that I knew what straight and gay were back then, but that's irrelevant.
Even when I had my first crush on a boy, I didn't even really know that it WAS a crush. I though I had a crush on a girl. I just didn't even know that gayness existed. I didn't know it was possible to have a crush on a boy.
Later, I realized I WAS gay. Oh no! When I realized this, I knew I'd eventually have to tell people. Someone. But that freaked me out.
"Telling people I like boys? NO! They'd ostracize me. WAY too embarrassing."
For some reason, for a long time, I KNEW I was gay, but I payed no attention to it. The matter was of no importance to me.
The first time I told someone, I said I was bi. I figured it would lessen the impact a little.
Then I got, little by little, more comfortable each time.
Then I told my dad. Not my mom though D:
However, STILL, every time it is mentioned I get butterflies.
Jeez, I hope that goes away.
Anyone identify with this?