Descriptive Essay About My Hometown

The first word that comes to my mind that is used differently with my friends than it was used by my parents is the word gay. In this day and time, the word gay is used to describe a person who is interested in the same gender. When my parents were growing up, being gay meant that someone was happy. The second word that comes to my mind that is used differently with my friends than it was used by my parents

I was so scared of someone finding out that I was gay. In Elementary School I told my friend Sierah Heiner that I was

Over the course of grade 9, I was still very brainwashed to automatically assume that everybody was straight until proven otherwise. So crushes on girls really didn't last longer than a week or two. I didn't have a chance and I knew it, so I'd lose interest really quickly. I kept pushing it down, pretending it wasn't happening, but at least I was starting to understand what I was feeling. I continued to only ever tell anybody about the crushes I had on boys, and I felt

At the age of twelve I knew for sure that I was gay. I struggled with this internally because I knew that socially it was not normal. Many people made fun of gay people, and they made some people feel very bad about themselves. The first task of coming out was not to let people get to me in

shirtless in Days of Our Lives and thinking he was gorgeous. As such, I stayed in the closet for an amount of time. Even then, I still managed to be pulled out of the closet. After this, life was interesting to say the least. One of the struggles I faced was the fact that in Mexican culture, being gay was looked down upon. Also, a couple of years before I realized I was gay, a family member in Mexico came out of the closet and was removed from the family. With this being said, I was terrified to be gay. While at home, I tried to act as “straight” as I could, while at school, I tried to be a stereotypical gay so I wouldn’t be bullied or questioned as much.

I never thought I would return home until I was an old lady, or, at least, someday with my entire family. Instead, there I was, underneath the celestial sky, on the side of the Sierra Madre Occidental mountains, in the town that I once lived in: La Esperanza. That night, a cool breath of air blew throughout the corners and curves of the cobblestone streets flapping the curtains of cement houses around like the skirt of a dancing woman. As I walk through the streets, the night cannot put the living to rest. Small children with dirt-streaked faces and hole-ridden clothes ran around the streets playing

Then one day, I got a text from Lynn. It said “Sarah, I need to tell you something. I’m gay.” I was dumbstruck, afraid. This must be a joke, I told myself. Lynn? Gay? We were friends for 7 years and I had no idea. In the next texts, she explained everything. She had known she was gay for 3 years. Raised in a Korean culture of the religious South (both of which condemn LGBT), she couldn’t tell her loved ones. I was the only one in whom she could confide. How could I be so blind? There were clues everywhere. She never had any crushes on guys. She never wore dresses or makeup. She even mentioned LGBT issues once in awhile.

My parents were struggling after my older sister came out a lesbian before fleeing to college. Seeing how hurt they were, I kept my support for her secret. I remember one night hearing my mom alone in her room, sobbing and crying to God. She pleaded with Him, begging “why me?” I could not come out.

As soon as my aunt picked me up she asked what we did and talked, I told her I was transgender and was so excited about it. She didn't understand why I was so excited but to me that was the greatest thing I had ever heard. I wasn't just that girl-boy or a tom-boy anymore. I was just a boy stuck inside a girl's body.

I have always been Bi sexual, I did have a couple of girl friends in my past. I knew I liked girls in 8th grade I thought it was just a phase. I never told my mother or father because they are both Christians and I grew up in a church. I kept it quiet for as long as I could! I was forced to tell my mother I was gay. It was my senior year and I was on the basketball team for the school. Mesha is another team mate on my team who I was dating and still currently dating. We never let our feelings distract the way we played in practice or on the court. We knew how my coach felt about Gay people so we kept our relationship a secret from her. One day after school in the lunch room, we were in study table doing homework before practice. Mesha came up to me and kissed me as she pulled away I could see my coach

My coming out went really smoothly. My grandma is totally chill with it. I first told her in 3rd grade when I liked Kennedy. I honestly can not remember a thing about it, but I do know now that I talk to her about it quite often, and she does not care. She supports me.

Once I began high school, I began noticing little things that didn’t seem quite right. Most of them centered on the fact that I seemed to find guys more attractive than girls. Ashamed of myself, I pushed these feelings to the furthest reaches of my mind. Boys had girlfriends; girls had boyfriends. It was the way things were meant to be; anything else was wrong and perverse. Despite constant self-reassurance that I was straight, I never really convinced myself.

Gay. I had heard the word before when I was younger, maybe eight or nine years old, from a sixth grader who had been spewing forbidden words left and right. I remember asking them

As a child, people will always remember certain destinations that stick with them that made a good impression. I have a place that not only made a good impression, it changed me. It made me think off all the things in life people take for granted; places, people, activates. This place brought all though special things in life to one place where I can enjoy them all at the same time. The Oregon coast. Traveling there, as a kid was always special. Waking up early in the morning and driving the long trip there, going through forests, valleys, and cities.

Linyi is my hometown, and I am deeply in love with my hometown. Linyi is a beautiful place. There are flowers, grass, mountain, water, fresh air. The people here are sincere, hardworking, simple and kind. Always working for the city and work hard. Linyi is a prefecture-level city in Shandong Province, which is the largest and most populous city in Shandong Province. It is located in the southeast of Shandong Province, near the Yellow Sea, east of sunshine, west Zaozhuang, Jining, Tai 'an, north Zibo, Weifang, south of Jiangsu. Prefecture-level Linyi City jurisdiction Lanshan, Luo Zhuang, Hedong 3 District and Tancheng, Lanling, Junan, Yishui, Yinan, Pingyi, Fei County, Mengyin, Linshu 9 counties. My family in Yishui county.