When I was a kid, I tried to fade into the background.
I was teased at school. I didn’t fit in. The boys called me a fag. Paper wads came flying at me from behind. Notes taped to my back. Ears flicked. The usual.
Once in junior high, I started cursing like the other boys in gym class, only to be teased about how I said it. Damned if I did. Damned if I did…