After about a year, the little gay boi in the closet started knocking again and wanted to come out. The desire to be known started to germinate from that dark, cold, humid corner. The next person placed on my heart to tell was my mom. From my point of view, we weren't that close and I didn't feel very loved. Coming out to my mom was probably the hardest coming out I had to do.
My father found out about my gay pornography use. He wanted to help me. And then my father never spoke to me about gay pornography use again.
My middle school years were some of my most difficult times. I started noticing other guys and growing overwhelmed by my first gay feelings.