When I was Third Gra I Thought That I was Gay by Makie Fraser

when i was in first grade i thought i was gay

A profsor talks about the long-term effects of beg bullied for beg gay middle school and high school, even though they’ve never intified as gay.

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SAME LOVEMACKLEMORE & RYAN LEWISTRACK 5 ON THE HEIST FEATURGMARY LAMBERTPRODUCED BYRYAN LEWISTHE THIRD SGLE OM MACKLEMORE AND RYAN LEWIS’S BUT ALBUM THE HEIST, “SAME LOVE” IS A POWERFUL SONG ABOUT MARRIAGE EQUALY FOR SAME-SEX UPL, AND HAS PLAYED A BIG… READ MORE JUL. 18, 20129 VIEWERS3.7M VIEWS286 CONTRIBUTORSTRANSLATNSFRANçAISSAME LOVE LYRICS[PIANO INTRO][VERSE 1: MACKLEMORE]WHEN I WAS THE THIRD GRA, I THOUGHT THAT I WAS GAY'CSE I ULD DRAW, MY UNCLE WAS, AND I KEPT MY ROOM STRAIGHTI TOLD MY MOM, TEARS SHG DOWN MY FACESHE'S LIKE, "BEN, YOU'VE LOVED GIRLS SCE BEFORE PRE-K"TRIPP', YEAH, I GUS SHE HAD A POT, DIDN'T SHE?A BUNCH OF STEREOTYP ALL MY HEADI REMEMBER DOG THE MATH LIKE, "YEAH, I'M GOOD AT LTLE LEAGUE"A PRE-NCEIVED IA OF WHAT ALL MEANTFOR THOSE THAT LIKE THE SAME SEX HAD THE CHARACTERISTICSTHE RIGHT-WG NSERVATIV THK 'S A CISNAND YOU N BE CURED WH SOME TREATMENT AND RELIGNMAN-MA, REWIRG OF A PRE-DISPOSNPLAYG GOD, AW NAH, HERE WE GOAMERI THE BRAVE STILL FEARS WHAT WE DON'T KNOWAND "GOD LOV ALL HIS CHILDREN" IS SOMEHOW FOTTENBUT WE PARAPHRASE A BOOK WRTEN THIRTY-FIVE HUNDRED YEARS AGOI DON'T KNOW[CHOS: MARY LAMBERT]AND I N'T CHANGEEVEN IF I TRIEDEVEN IF I WANTED TOAND I N'T CHANGEEVEN IF I TRIEDEVEN IF I WANTED TOMY LOVE, MY LOVE, MY LOVESHE KEEPS ME WARMSHE KEEPS ME WARMSHE KEEPS ME WARMSHE KEEPS ME WARMYOU MIGHT ALSO LIKE[VERSE 2: MACKLEMORE]IF I WAS GAY, I WOULD THK HIP-HOP HAT MEHAVE YOU READ THE YOUTUBE MENTS LATELY?"MAN, THAT'S GAY" GETS DROPPED ON THE DAILYWE'VE BEE SO NUMB TO WHAT WE'RE SAY'OUR CULTURE FOUND OM OPPRSNYET WE DON'T HAVE ACCEPTANCE FOR 'EMCALL EACH OTHER FAGGOTS BEHD THE KEYS OF A MSAGE BOARDA WORD ROOTED HATE, YET OUR GENRE STILL IGNOR AND "GAY" IS SYNONYMO WH THE LSERIT'S THE SAME HATE THAT'S ED WARS OM RELIGNGENR TO SK LOR, THE PLEXN OF YOUR PIGMENTTHE SAME FIGHT THAT LED PEOPLE TO WALK-OUTS AND S-SIT'S HUMAN RIGHTS FOR EVERYBODY, THERE IS NO DIFFERENCELIVE ON AND BE YOURSELFWHEN I WAS AT CHURCH THEY TGHT ME SOMETHG ELSEIF YOU PREACH HATE AT THE SERVICE, THOSE WORDS AREN'T ANOTEDTHAT HOLY WATER THAT YOU SOAK HAS BEEN POISONEDWHEN EVERYONE ELSE IS MORE FORTABLE REMAG VOICELSRATHER THAN FIGHTG FOR HUMANS THAT HAVE HAD THEIR RIGHTS STOLENI MIGHT NOT BE THE SAME, BUT THAT'S NOT IMPORTANTNO EEDOM 'TIL WE'RE EQUAL, DAMN RIGHT I SUPPORT [TROMBONE INTERLU][CHOS: MARY LAMBERT]AND I N'T CHANGEEVEN IF I TRIEDEVEN IF I WANTED TOMY LOVE, MY LOVE, MY LOVESHE KEEPS ME WARMSHE KEEPS ME WARMSHE KEEPS ME WARMSHE KEEPS ME WARM[VERSE 3: MACKLEMORE]WE PRS PLAY, DON'T PRS PSE, PROGRS, MARCH ONWH A VEIL OVER OUR EY, WE TURN OUR BACK ON THE E'TIL THE DAY THAT MY UNCL N BE UNED BY LAWWHEN KIDS ARE WALKG 'ROUND THE HALLWAYPLAGUED BY A PA THEIR HEARTA WORLD SO HATEFUL, SOME WOULD RATHER DIE THAN BE WHO THEY AREAND A CERTIFITE ON PAPER ISN'T GONNA SOLVE ALLBUT 'S A DAMN GOOD PLACE TO STARTNO LAW'S GONNA CHANGE , WE HAVE TO CHANGE WHATEVER GOD YOU BELIEVE , WE E OM THE SAME ONESTRIP AWAY THE FEAR, UNRNEATH 'S ALL THE SAME LOVEABOUT TIME THAT WE RAISED UP, SG[CHOS: MARY LAMBERT]AND I N'T CHANGEEVEN IF I TRIEDEVEN IF I WANTED TOAND I N'T CHANGEEVEN IF I TRIEDEVEN IF I WANTED TOMY LOVE, MY LOVE, MY LOVESHE KEEPS ME WARMSHE KEEPS ME WARMSHE KEEPS ME WARMSHE KEEPS ME WARM[OUTRO: MARY LAMBERT]LOVE IS PATIENTLOVE IS KDLOVE IS PATIENTLOVE IS KD (NOT CRYG ON SUNDAYS)LOVE IS PATIENT (NOT CRYG ON SUNDAYS)LOVE IS KD (I'M NOT CRYG ON SUNDAYS)LOVE IS PATIENT (NOT CRYG ON SUNDAYS)LOVE IS KD (I'M NOT CRYG ON SUNDAYS)LOVE IS PATIENT (NOT CRYG ON SUNDAYS)LOVE IS KD (I'M NOT CRYG ON SUNDAYS)LOVE IS PATIENTLOVE IS KD231EMBEDCANCELHOW TO FORMAT LYRICS:TYPE OUT ALL LYRICS, EVEN REPEATG SONG PARTS LIKE THE CHOSLYRICS SHOULD BE BROKEN DOWN TO DIVIDUAL LUSE SECTN HEARS ABOVE DIFFERENT SONG PARTS LIKE [VERSE], [CHOS], ETC.USE ALICS (<I>LYRIC</I>) AND BOLD (<B>LYRIC</B>) TO DISTGUISH BETWEEN DIFFERENT VOLISTS THE SAME SONG PARTIF YOU DON’T UNRSTAND A LYRIC, E [?]TO LEARN MORE, CHECK OUT OUR TRANSCRIPTN GUI OR VIS OUR TRANSCRIBERS FOMABOUT

Same Love Lyrics: When I was the third gra, I thought that I was gay / 'Cse I uld draw, my uncle was, and I kept my room straight / I told my mom, tears shg down my face / She's like, " * when i was in first grade i thought i was gay *

Although this wasn’t the first rap song to fend homosexualy (See “Animal Style” by Murs), this was the first to see mastream succs. In 2015, twelve years after the US Supreme Court validated laws prohibg gay sex, and two years after the Court extend Feral regnn of same-sex marriag, gay marriage fally beme legalized s entirety all 50 a qutn about this songAsk a qutn *What have the artists said about the song? When I was the third gra I thought that I was gay.

If I was gay, I would thk hip-hop hat me. "Man, that's gay" gets dropped on the daily. "Gay" is synonymo wh the lser.

READG MY DIARY OM WHEN I WAS A TEEN MA ME REALIZE I ALWAYS KNEW I WAS GAY

Macklemore & Ryan Lewis "Same Love": When I was the third gra I thought that I was gay 'Cse I uld draw, my uncle was, and I kept... * when i was in first grade i thought i was gay *

Readg my diary nfirmed that I knew way before then that I was gay.

The clud stuffg my bra, buyg a thong, skny dippg, stealg, kissg a boy, havg cybersex, watchg porn, and wrg "bch" on a school the most movg tail was somethg I had no rellectn of — I always knew I was gay. I am nfint that, had the Deidre who wrote the words been exposed to healthy reprentatns of queer love om an early age, she would have known that beg gay was OK. —and we n sometim sense early on that somethg about our ternal experience feels the fifth gra, when a iend of me sneered that I was gay as an sult, I thought maybe I had land on a name for what I felt.

I wasn’t straight like I was supposed to be, but damn , I wasn’t this untercultural “gay” thg eher. I also helped start the Gay/Straight Alliance at my high school. Eventually, this led me the oppose directn of what you might assume: My sexual boredom and sometim even disgt wh the men I dated led me to believe I was, and always had been, super gay after, my early 20s, I threw myself a new directn and got eply volved my lol queer muny.

I WAS BULLIED FOR BEG GAY AS A KID EVEN THOUGH I’M STRAIGHT

The thor shar how readg through her notebook om when she was an early teen showed her what she always spected: she knew she was gay. * when i was in first grade i thought i was gay *

I tried donng a “homoflexible” label for a few years, but two boyiends later I had to s back and take a good look at my inty and why my perceptn of kept shiftg seemgly so I didn’t unrstand as I tried on the different labels was that isn’t simply our behavr that dictat who we are. Content WarngI Was Bullied for Beg Gay as a Kid Even Though I’m StraightTread lightly—the ntent this narrative may be triggerg to some. It was somethg that add to my girl crazs, even as iends qutned, gently, whether I was gay or not for takg dance class.

WHEN DID YOU REALIZE YOU WERE GAY?

* when i was in first grade i thought i was gay *

” Like most childhood trmas, I don’t remember how long I sat there as three boys told me I looked like a girl and asked me if I was gay. What began that day was six years of bullyg about my sexualy, lastg until I graduated high Is Was Like Beg Bullied for Beg Gay When I’m StraightI am a straight, cis-genred male, so the bullyg was about who I wasn’t, not about who I was.

I remember now, wh shame, beg mean to another kid my class, who had bad ae, bee I wanted the foc off my sbs, supposed “femy” and homosexualy. It was a toxic stew and would not abate high Bullyg Even Had My Parents Thkg I Was GayIn my first year high school, I had a specified lunch perd, as one do. Are you gay?

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I knew a bunch of other kids om the other feer elementary schools and, after puberty h me hard fourth gra (wh all the cintal Catholic shame about my sir and the explic nature of my fantasi), I felt awkward but super to girls—crazily to girls, sanely to girls. I hoped I would have girliends and iends, and feel more fortable my own sk. That hope lasted until the end of the first day of seventh gra. I was gog to play sports, bee playg sports was one way to be “ol,” pecially after three years of takg jazz and tap dancg class—ually beg the only boy a class of girls leotards. It was somethg that add to my girl crazs, even as iends qutned, gently, whether I was gay or not for takg dance class. So, I felt a need to do somethg “manly,” even though I had been part of the suburbs’ great pastime—soccer— the lol Catholic church league. Of urse, we need to take physils first to make sure we were healthy. While wag for one, all went wrong. I saw one of my iends om elementary school, Ali, so I sat down next to her. I thought she was cute, of urse, and liked her; she had lived my neighborhood, but she went out wh my iend, Dave, and not me. That was OK though. As we sat talkg, I did what awkward 12-year-old boys do to girls they like and teased her. It was not malic bee I had known her so long, but apparently seemed malic to some olr boys I didn’t know. They rose to her fense and began teasg me. It was savage. I pulled back to a fensive physil pose, holdg my right shoulr wh my right hand, which looked funny. But I was sred and fensive. They began to tease me for that awkward pose and said I looked like a girl and that I was a “femme.” Like most childhood trmas, I don’t remember how long I sat there as three boys told me I looked like a girl and asked me if I was gay. By the time I got home, I was broken. What began that day was six years of bullyg about my sexualy, lastg until I graduated high school.\r\nWhat Is Was Like Beg Bullied for Beg Gay When I’m Straight\r\nI am a straight, cis-genred male, so the bullyg was about who I wasn’t, not about who I was. However, was relentls. Middle school, like is for most people, was hell. I dread changg class bee if one of my tormentors saw me the hallways he’d scream, “FEMME! THAT KID’S A FEMME.” Some of the popular kids, who had been my iends, would shy away om me public spac, lt my low stat b off on them. The dreams I had of havg iends and beg popular were ad. Bee of middle school dynamics, my tormenters grew numbers as they roped their iends to their raveno wolfpack of sexualy-based bullyg. Several tim a day, while changg class, I endured screamed tnts and public huiatn. They didn’t have to touch me physilly bee they stroyed me emotnally. The sound of the bell rgg at the end of each class sent a shiver of terror down my spe bee I didn’t know if I’d be seen and tnted. I learned to change rout and flee, to keep my head down and hi, hopg that I would be unseen as I moved about my day. Eighth gra brought a severe se of chickenpox bee of urse did. It left me vered om head to toe sbs and pox marks. I remember now, wh shame, beg mean to another kid my class, who had bad ae, bee I wanted the foc off my sbs, supposed “femy” and homosexualy. The vic dynamics of that age and my sense of hopelsns ma me act celly sometim, even though never alleviated my torment. As wh seventh gra, I dread the end of the class bell, the b ri home, the random enunters at the mall. I did extracurricular activi every day, jt so I uld take the late b home om school to avoid my bulli.\r\nOnce the Bullyg Starts, It Don’t Stop\r\nNo matter what, one nnot flee forever. I always got ught. One event stands out. I had to take the regular b home one time, schleppg my heavy tenor saxophone. I got stuck stg near my tormentors bee of urse I did, wh my big se the aisle, my hand on the handle to keep om slidg. After endurg what felt like an eterny of slurs and sults, we arrived at the stop where a uple of them were gettg off. Each ma sure to step on the hand clutchg the handle to hurt me. I got home, went to my room and jt cried. I was cled to tear up when bullied, but this was one of those broken moments that etched self to my nscns forever. The mix of fear, rage at my powerlsns and sadns at my ongog huiatn didn’t often break me down, but, when did, I broke down hard. I endured middle school, earned high gras, was a good athlete and even had a girliend or two, though never for more than a few days—I always tried to hi her om the public lt my low stat her reputatn. I lived on high alert om my tormentors, aaid to date girls, though sperately wantg to do so bee of my ragg hormon. Still, I was ashamed of the ias those hormon engenred. It was a toxic stew and would not abate high school.\r\nThe Bullyg Even Had My Parents Thkg I Was Gay\r\nIn my first year high school, I had a specified lunch perd, as one do. Lunch had always been a sry time for me middle school, but I had luckily managed to avoid most of my tormentors. My luck would not hold. I was able to shelter among my sister’s olr iends through lunch, and tried to wear their skater inty as my own. I fally jt abandoned lunch and schled class place of lunch for my remag high school years—not the worst thg for an amic kid. It was around this time that my uncle died, and my parents somehow got wd of my torment. I’m not sure why wasn’t until high school, but the nversatn happened the r on the way home.  “But do you thk might be te? What did they say about you? Are you gay? Your uncle was gay,” my mom asked.  “No, mom, It hurts so much bee I am not gay, bee ’s not who I am.”  I don’t remember much more of the nversatn, but revealed somethg important about my recently ceased uncle. It was real, and filled me wh qutns about his life and ath.\r\nGettg Bullied at School Affects the Rt of Your Life\r\nFor three more years I endured abe. I was ually hungry om skippg my lunch perd and aaid to date girls, spe sperately wantg to; I worked as hard as I uld to be a great athlete and prove my manls. Some tormentors stopped. One even apologized bee his girliend, a iend, asked him to. Many more joed the actn. Durg the senr talent show, I was somehow asked to -host, and I dread . I’d spent years beg huiated the hallways and around town. If anyone screamed anythg, would be ont of an dience. They did, and I persisted anyway while ad si. The posive mpaign “It Gets Better” for gay youth was te for me, too. When I graduated, got better. However, I rry wh me ep emotnal wounds and a agily that manifts at random. Disappotments csh my spirs. 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