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A Different Kind of Boy

I am not the kind of boy who fits the mould of it's social stereotype:

Does sport

perving on girls

has the tendency to treat girls like a piece of meat

 

No, that isn't me.

I never liked sport.

I was a boy who didn't like to watch or play with Action man or Power Rangers,

Instead I was the kind of boy who would tell his friends that he was going to football club,

When in fact I was going to dance club.

At school I studied dance.

"What lesson do you have next, Lew?"

"History"

Dance.

 

As the school year rolled on it was revealed,

When I had to perform in front of the whole school,

Nerves

Butterflies

Terror

 

After that I rolled with the punches:

Gay

Queer

******

 

It angered me that because I didn't stick with the 'traditional' ideology of a boy I was an outcast,

labelled with a stereotype that also didn't fit me.

 

I like Lady Gaga

In fact, I adore her.

Because I support the LGBT community I am misunderstood as a person.

 

To this day I struggle to overcome constant attack of prejudice and disrespect that people show me,

I struggle to hold on to that last thread of self confidence.

I don't dance any more. I am too scared to try it again

I don't tell people that I listen to Gaga and Lana Del Rey. They'll laugh at me

Whenever I say I like a girl people think it's a lie

 

All of this because I am a different kind of boy.

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LJChaplin
22 / M / English
Published
Jul 1, 2013
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