From the sixth grade forward, I knew I was different. I felt it on the inside. I didn’t much care for the ideaof dating or kissing boys. In junior high there were dances, but I never attended them. Why would I want to spend my time with a male? They held no interest for me. In high school, male and female students paired off, broke up, attended dances, and went on dates. They talked about who was dating who, who was easy, who had a pregnancy scare. None of this meant a thing to me. I was always on the outside, never fitting in. I do remember how I felt when an attractive female passed by me. I would watch her walk away, heart racing, palms sweating.
I can count on one hand how many friends I had that I enjoyed hanging out with. However…
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