“I’m in eighth grade. I’ve know I was gay for about a year now, and I made the mistake of telling a friend I was. (Well, I thought she was my friend.) Next thing I knew the whole school knew my story, and that’s when the bullying began. I’ve been slapped, kicked and spit on. Guys pick on me at the bus stop. They call me faggot and fudge-packer.
“I tried telling a teacher what was going on, but he just shrugged and told me to ‘man up.’ I can’t tell my parents about it because they are devout Christians and they think being gay is shameful. I’m thinking out running away from all of this, but I don’t know where to go. Any suggestions?”
I have responded privately to Tyler, but I have to say this sort of thing makes me sick to my stomach. It’s the responsibility of school authorities to stop this kind of cruelty on campus. And it’s the responsibility of parents to love their gay kids, regardless of the parents’ religious beliefs. I know there are tens of thousands of Tylers out there who aren’t getting the love and protection they need form the adults in their lives. It’s so sad …. 🙁
I stayed up late last night watching a Netflix rental with Paul Dano and Daniel Radcliffe in it that was pretty good. But then I slept in late this morning and didn’t get much done in the exercise and writing departments. Now it’s 11:30 AM and pretty soon I’ll have lunch. Then I’ll drive into the city to visit the YMCA for a workout and lap-swimming session. Outside it’s warm and the sky is overcast, which is actually good because the clouds keep things cooler.
Have a nice Wednesday, friends.