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timmy
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Location: UK, in Devon
Registered: February 2003
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Last night I renewed acquaintance with a cousin I last met in maybe 1968. I've been doing some family tracing. She said "We never seemed to connect when we were kids."
I first met her in 1965/66 when she was 12 and I 13. She was a pleasant girl, but I was not at all comfortable with girls. There was nothing I could relate to. I assume she was comfortable with boys and tried to relate.
So I found myself explaining that I am gay.
This is a repeating pattern. There are people I just will not tell, but I have so far only had either curiosity or folk saying "so what?" when I've come out to them.
I still get worried about speaking, though. It seems to be so big a thing to me, but not to them. Am I alone in feeling that?
Author of Queer Me! Halfway Between Flying and Crying - the true story of life for a gay boy in the Swinging Sixties in a British all male Public School
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