Hi! I'm Brady, I'm almost 15, and this is the first time I've ever done anything like this. I'm writing this because I think people out should know that gays like me exist, and just how hard it is for us to be different. I think people on here will understand that. None of the names I use here, including mine, are real but it has to be that way.
I live in the middle of the country, literally. My home is in a small rural town a good half hour drive from anything that could even be called a city, over a hour from a real city. My closest neighbor is a mile away, and it's a long drive to my school. In my state you can get a farm driver's license at 14 that has restrictions on it, but as long as you're not stupid about it people look the other way. When you drive down a road you wave at a passing car or truck because you know them. Believe me, here everyone knows everyone.
My town is small, and so is my school. We barely have enough guys to make a full football team, and the high school is in the smallest division in my state. Sports here are huge, so huge that if you need to find someone on a Friday night in the fall you go down to the football stadium and they'll be there. I play football (offense & defense), baseball, and basketball for my school and I'd be on the wrestling squad if I could play two sports at a time. I should be in high school but I was born past the cutoff date, and for me that's been a good thing. I'm also a Boy Scout and have been in scouting since I was first able to join.
I know gay people look down on sports but in a place where there's very little to do, playing ball is a chance to do something, to keep you focused, and out of trouble. Not that there's too much trouble you can get into here.
Well, I take that back. You can get into trouble, and I'm sure I'll write about that soon.
In my town traditional values rule, you go to church every Sunday and you toe the line...or else. Everyone here is white, and outsiders are not welcome, which dammit is suffocating!!! A Spanish speaking family once moved here and sent their kids to school, and they were gone the next day. I think that will give you an idea what I have to deal with.
I live with my dad and younger brother Hayden in what was his childhood home, and back then it was a productive farm. Now it's just a small house on a lot of land in the middle of nowhere, with a small garden. Dad works in the city so my brother and I have to take on a lot of responsibility, but it could be worse. Mom split when we were little kids, just one day decided she needed some excitement in her life and divorced dad. I haven't seen here in almost 10 years and basically she doesn't exist anymore. There's lots of pressure on our dad to remarry but that's not going to happen anytime soon. Dad has secrets too.
I know people look down on country folk, they think we're a bunch of rednecks and hillbillies, but where do you think your food comes from? We're the people who helped build this country and it sucks when that's forgotten.
By writing on here and telling my side of things I want to give the other gays living in similar places some hope that things can be good, and to let the outside world know that gays are everywhere. Especially where you don't think you'll find them.