then when i was in 6th grade i had this mean white teacher who made me feel inferior. he wasn't racist or anything but when i got in trouble, i was the one who got called out on. sometimes other girls of my race would pick on me and they were more lenient in being punished. I wasn't. I was mostly sent to my counselor's office and to the dean's occasionally.
that same year I was sent to a youth center where I got to meet some new students and some I already knew. I was there every day. While I was there, I found a book on one of the desks. I did not know that it was about gay men who felt unloved and had problems with women and stuff. I think that's when I realized that I might be gay or something. I wasn't mistreating those girls for no reason. There was a reason. sometimes I was the instigator, others it was them. So yeah. I read about the men who felt like they were not loved and everything and from that moment on, my life changed. I had feelings for men. I called some boys pretty. Some people were like get lost, gay guy.