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Personal Narrative: What It Meant To Be Gay
Growing up, I never really understood what it meant to be gay. I was always told that girls like boys, and boys like girls. As a preteen, I always put so much pressure on myself to pursue a relationship with a male, but the thought of being with a male didn’t seem appealing to me. I was thirteen when I finally accepted my sexuality. I knew that coming out would elicit a variety of reactions from great to horrible.

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