Post by nathan jeremiah young on Apr 9, 2011 2:19:28 GMT -3
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i must admit, i can't explain,
any of these thoughts, racing through my brain.
nate had never been the flamboyant type, and though he wasn't uncomfortable with the fact that he was gay, he'd never really adopted the stereotypical gay attitude -- he had never understood why you couldn't be manly and gay. that wasn't to say he didn't like the flaming type, however. there was a small part of him that got chills every time he caught one walking down the street, or passing in the hallway at school.
the confidence that radiated from their smiles made him insanely jealous, and ashamed that he was closeted. it wasn't that he was scared to come out to his peers, he was uncomfortable with the fact that their perceptions of him might change -- he could take the bullying, and the teasing, but he couldn't stand the thought of watching as they went from treating him as one of the guys, to one of the girls. it was a confusing subject for nathan young, and he chose to push it to the back of his mind anytime it popped up.
today, however, was not a time to dwell on the negatives. as he walked down the stoned pathways of the park, he let small, satisfied smiles pull at the corners of his lips. tucked under his arm was his all-too-familiar soccer ball - the one his mother had given him the day he made the varsity team at school.
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