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Kiley

Alright, so. My name is kiley.

I'm sixteen, and I've been living the life my dad wants me to live, all along. Just to make him happy. But, I wasn't happy. I'm gay, and I couldn't be myself because I thought it would disapoint my father.
I've grown up around gay and bisexual people. My mom is bisexual, and I was always around her and her girlfriends and gay friends. My aunt is gay, and I was always around her and her exwife, and all of her girlfriends.

I grew up knowing not to judge people. I grew up realizing and understand that love doesn't have a gender. And I'm so thankful that I understand that, because a lot of people just don't understand that.
Ever since sixth grade, I felt like I was gay. I had sensed it. But it grossed me out. I didn't want to be gay. I wouldn't admit it to myself, or others. Up until ninth grade, this was my life. A complete lie. A huge secret.  And then, I finally realised I was gay. And I started admitting it to myself.

People say I say it just for attention. But, no. That's totally not true.  You don't just wake up one day, and decide to be gay. You're born this way, and then after an amount of time, you finally realise it and start to admit it to yourself, then to others.

But, I've learned to deal with the hate. No matter who I am, or what I do, or how I live my life, I'm going to be judged. So why not be judged for who I really am?

I came out to my mom, first. Because I knew she would accept it. I knew she would be okay with it. And she was. She was more than happy for me. A lot of people in my family, had already guessed that I was going to be gay. They just knew it. So, then I came out to my aunt, and she was pretty happy. And then her exwife, found out, and was happy for me. Then her newer girlfriend at the moment found out, and was also happy for me.

Then.. I came out to my dad. Lots of crying. He figured it was a phase. But, no. Its not. He didn't accept it at first. But, he's getting used to it, and he is starting to accept it.

My friends accept it. But, I still have those people that hate me, and think its disgusting. But that's okay. Ill always have those. But, also ill always have my ffriends and family, that have my back.
I'm so happy, and unbelievably lucky to have an accepting family and friends.
I like girls, and that's that.