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[–]hatsofpotato 4 insightful - 1 fun4 insightful - 0 fun5 insightful - 1 fun -  (1 child)

Trauma erases memories ;) I did a cute little winky-face there because the implication of why you can't remember your experiences is huge. Just my fucked up sense of humor. (I have the same memory problem.)

And isn't it crazy how all us gay kids found each other in those times? All your beards being gay and all? We might not have known at the time, but we somehow subconsciously knew. The gay kids always stuck together, not even knowing each other was gay.

[–]WildwoodFlower 4 insightful - 1 fun4 insightful - 0 fun5 insightful - 1 fun -  (0 children)

Oh, I know I spent a good chunk of my high school career mentally checked out. (No, I did not do drugs.) Not all of it was because I was a baby gay; some of it was just plain old boredom.

Yeah, it amazing how the gay kids all found each other. My friends were mostly involved in choir, theatre, band, literary magazine, and newspaper. I also had my share of female friends who were burnouts, but they were all straight.