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Apr 17

Growing up gay in the south.

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Hi guys, I thought I would write because since I last saw you all some things have transpired and it made me feel like I wanted to write to you to possibly share my story on your show. I’m not sure if I told you the whole story about

Growing up in the south being gay. I was born in Toms River, New Jersey. However, I spent most of my life in Longport, New Jersey. Middle school was hard. Coming out made a world of trouble for me. I was beaten, spit on, and practically tortured when I came out. after middle school. around spring of 2016, I became an activist for LGBTQ+ rights/bullying awareness . I didn’t want anyone else to have to go through what I went through. I feel a lot of pressure to take care of my family but instead of complaining about it and crying about it I decided to be the man and stand up for myself and my family. I could’ve cried and I could’ve complained but I decided to take all that energy and become an advocate for others.

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