I grew up in the fundamental Christian household. Where your body is for god and loving your body was a sin, being gay meant spending eternity in hell. From the time I was 8 to the time I came out I was labeled by my grandparents an abomination. This among other things led to self loathing, depression, a nervous breakdown, and two suicide attempts. But when I decided for whatever reason to come out, I found love and acceptance from friends and family all around me. Today I feel like I’m an attractive 14 year old guy that just happens to like guys. I now know it’s okay for me to be with other guys. I feel freed.

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