That was a nice read notquiteme, really hope you can get through this nicely with your family.
My story is quite an easy one. My first signs of liking men was at the age of 10 I think, there was this summer camp I went to once and a boy there that was very fun and cute. I always wanted to play with him and do everything with him, apparently I wasn't cool enough to join his little gang, but I always remember how I really wanted him to recognize me for some reason, and at this young age I didn't know what it was but now that I look back at it I see it as the first sign of my being gay. When I hit puberty all my friends were talking about girls, boobs and getting girlfriends, at the age of 12 hehe. I remember one friend of mine showed me a bunch of porn sites, and I dont know why he knew about this site but he showed me a gay pron site also. I remembered the URL for that site and when he had left the house I went back to the site to check it out, I was 12 and had no idea that viruses were all over these sites and the computer got infected. My mom asked what was going on when pictures of half naked men kept popping up and I made up some lie(i think it had to do with some chatsite that i used called Habbo), which she bought! Well I watched gay porn, along with straight porn. At the age of 14 it was all gay porn and I didnt want to accept that I was gay, because I didn't know of a single gay person in my family, friend group or that any of my friends knew, that's the thing that made me not come out at all, because I thought I was all alone. At 16 I was starting to stay at home all day and play computer games for as long as 12 hours! My mom was getting worried and asked if something was wrong and I just said "No"
At 17, in the summer of 2008, I had saved up courage for 6 months! to go to a youth GLBT meeting and that was the first time I saw gays at my age, it was awesome and 3 weeks after that I came out to my mom, I knew she would accept it cause she is very open minded. I told her and she hugged me for ages and said she was so happy because she knew there was something that was making me depressed. Then like 6 months later I told my dad, he also accepted it. And my granpa&grandma saw me in Gaypride 2008 and called me and asked what I was doing there, and I just told them. They were also cool with it. My friends were surprised but knew that I was still the same guy they had always known as. Being gay in Iceland is very nice, I have never been teased or looked down upon for being gay and all the workplaces I've worked at, the people there just say "Okay" and life goes on.
3 years ago I was a closed depressed teenager who had no life outside his computer and now im a Gay happy 19yo' with his whole life ahead of him! Loving life and I do what I can to make others smile :laugh:
Damn Euro is so expensive for me.