I went to a small town high school. The girls were cliquey amongst themselves, but that didn't go any further. I was perceived as funny (but not the class clown) so I was on pretty good terms with most of my classmates. I was seen as capable of giving an instructor a rough go sometimes, and that went over pretty well. I did band 1 year, but never did sports.
I had a semi-girlfriend junior and senior year, we passed notes once in a while. I liked double dating with another couple from another school. Took me a while to realize I had a crush on him. Had a crush on a few male teachers too. Nothing came of that.
I found out many years later there was another gay in my class. I met his high school boyfriend (attended a different school) at a gay bar in a larger city not too terribly far from here. My jaw hit the floor, that's for sure.
I freely admit being terribly naive about the gay world (high school was early 70s for me) and there wasn't anyone to talk too.
I had some difficulties with some of the upper classmen who were 'jocks' but that was par for everyone.
Like most gay teens of that era, I hit upon the only possible solution, get the hell out my rural backwater ASAP, and I did. Within 5 months of graduation, I was in a gay bar, and that's a different story.
I had a semi-girlfriend junior and senior year, we passed notes once in a while. I liked double dating with another couple from another school. Took me a while to realize I had a crush on him. Had a crush on a few male teachers too. Nothing came of that.
I found out many years later there was another gay in my class. I met his high school boyfriend (attended a different school) at a gay bar in a larger city not too terribly far from here. My jaw hit the floor, that's for sure.
I freely admit being terribly naive about the gay world (high school was early 70s for me) and there wasn't anyone to talk too.
I had some difficulties with some of the upper classmen who were 'jocks' but that was par for everyone.
Like most gay teens of that era, I hit upon the only possible solution, get the hell out my rural backwater ASAP, and I did. Within 5 months of graduation, I was in a gay bar, and that's a different story.
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