Story #2349

When I came out I was just hitting the stage in life where we kids were developing crushes. All my friends had crushes on boys but I always thought that this girl named Riley was pretty and I wanted to hold hands with her. I didn’t officially come out to my family until I was in 6th grade when my homophobic grandmother was being mean to a drag queen. She asked me if I was gay in the most disgusted voice imaginable and although I was scared I put my hands on my hips, stood up tall, and proudly said, “Yes, as a matter of fact I am.” She was so dumbfounded she had to wait until we got home to come up with a response. (Male [FtM]/14/Fraysexual panromantic)