Justin Clouse, 19, of Boston, Massachusetts

By Jeff Walsh

Justin Clouse was never beat up because he's gay. He wasn't threatened, harassed or even suicidal. He began telling people he was gay in the tenth grade, and no one freaked out or called him names.

"I realize that doesn't make for interesting copy," Justin says apologetically. "I think that's a lot of people's misperception -- If I'm going to come out, a lot of people are going to beat me up and harass me."

Sara Webb, 17, of Atlanta, Georgia

By Jeff Walsh

The thought of having sex with a guy turns Sara Webb's stomach.

"The first serious boyfriend I had wanted to have intercourse," the 17-year-old Atlanta resident recalls. "I threw up on him. I was repulsed by it."

Webb doesn't have a problem with guys, though, just sex with guys. "To this day, guys, I find, are my best friends," she says. "I love them to death as friends and I'm emotionally attracted to guys, but if anything physical ever happens, I'm just repulsed."

Matt Marco, 22, of Washington, D.C.

By Jeff Walsh

Matt Marco was everything a student should be.

In his Edwardsville, Ill., high school, he was a chairperson on the student council and a member of the National Honor Society, drama club, chess club and French club.

"I had the basic overachiever resume," Marco says. "I was very well-known, very well-liked and I was going to be a foreign exchange student to France my senior year."

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el's picture

out to ruin my life

it's funny, a year or to ago, i had accepted myself for who i am and was ready to embrace gay life.

now, all i wanna do i lock myself in the closet and throw away the key........

it all started with this guy who developed an "interest" in me.......and he started digging about. and he certainly had no problem telling ppl on his suspicion on my sexuality even though he has no prove whatsoever other than i'm friends wif one rather effeminate guy.....come on, that's discrimination. at the same time, he conveniently forgot to mention that he was queer himself.

Craves_Blood's picture

Unanswered Questions (Wow...such nice work on V-day, huh?)

I wrote this yesterday after school.

Unanswered Questions

What's wrong with me?
That everyone but me sees....
Why can't I find love?
I'm left here to bleed.

My destiny is to be alone.
This is what it seems.

Why did he leave me?
And hurt me all the way through.
Why do I feel this pain?
And he feels nothing. He shows nothing. I am nothing.

I hate to be alone sometimes.

adbak's picture

When good fridays go bad

Blah. I feel like shit. Actually, i'm just in a shitty mood. Explain, you say? Certainly, but lemme start at the beginning.

WARNING: This is a long post and was written at 1.30 ish in the morning. Read at your own peril.

aliasedalex's picture

Bleh.

I can't explain it. At all. I am a bisexual twelve year old, and I just can't help thinking, "Why the hell haven't I came out yet?". I haven't come out to a single person, except for a few of my friends on other forums... Yet, I know that if I come out to my friends, I'll end up getting my ass handed to me by... 10-some people. I do not blame them (my friends) at all for being homophobic. They're mature enough to understand what bisexuality is, but not "mature, mature", at least enough to truly accept it, but hey, what twelve year old isn't? "Why not come out to your parents?" Plain and simple, fear of being shut out of their lives until (IF) they start to understand, with my helo of course.

Leisa's picture

Happy Valentines Day Oasians!

A greeting for today.

DiamondDog's picture

~Shabadaba~

Looking for love doesn't live in just one language...

~If you don't speak Spanish...this won't be of any help to you at all.~

Lyrics by Ov7

desert13's picture

Sonnet for Valentine's Day

I was angry and sad earlier and I just felt like writing poetry. Now I'm tired, but feeling much better. Ok, so it's alliterative and it sounds old-fashioned. It made me feel better.

Sonnet for Valentine's Day

When buds unfurl and creeping vines are new,
The rumbling wind and sky and pounding rain
Shall sweep away the snow that does remain.
Then birds shall sing and cows, their anthem, too.


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