Okay, um, I'm just gonna say it. I'm gay.
If you gasped, you're probably not good with remembering where you left your car keys.
You might be wondering why I just did that. It's probably a stupid move. Well, there's really no reason beyond that I just wanted to say it. To be truthful, I guess. Plus, the act itself is nothing weighed against what it means... right?
Listen. I've known since I was 10 that I liked other boys. I never really thought of it as a big deal, naively, but as time went on, it became harder and harder to bear. And I always felt I had an excuse -- that I was bi, and not gay, so that made it less bad. But you have to face facts, and a couple months ago, I did. For the first time, I admitted to myself that I was gay. It was tough to say, and I cried myself to sleep that night, but I don't regret it whatsoever. Things have seemed to get better, almost easier, because I removed that weight from my mind. I'm not even close to coming out in RL though. I'm 15, not a wizard.
Okay, that heartfelt emoting was nice and all, but let's get back to my regular diet of concerning passive-aggressivism. Some extremely shallow reasons why I'm gay:
-- Moulin Rouge! is in my personal top ten.
-- I'm deeply in love with James McAvoy.
-- Some of my earliest memories involve Britney Jean Spears-Alexander-Federline, whom I've been a fan of since I was six.
-- I'm an extremely strong actressexual.
-- I secretly love Madonna and the color pink.
-- The A*Teens might be my favorite band.
-- I love High School Musical. And I'm anticipating the 3rd one with masochistic gusto.
-- Legendary auteurs are always gay.
-- I champion Billy Elliot WAY too much.
-- I am sexually attracted to males.
-- I have a cat.
But I digress.
To the point: I'm a 15 year-old boy who happens to be gay, have a blog and love movies. Okay? Cool. I really hope I still have readers after this insane attempt at being open with myself...