I grew up on Long Island in a very Jewish neighborhood, where the only gay people I knew of were on TV or stories of those relatives who had died of AIDS. In fact, in high school, we had a speaker come in to discuss how he married a woman and had children and had affairs, which caused him to contract HIV/AIDS. It wasn’t until I went to the George Washington University that I met my first set of gay Jewish friends, who are still some of my closest friends to date. They taught me that I could be myself, be close with my family and have successful relationships. I also met a lot of people who were a lot different than I was, who taught me how different people can be. From there, I learned to love and appreciate people from different cultures and backgrounds and accept people for who they are. Unfortunately, coming out to my parents was not as easy as I had hoped, and we had a few months where we did not speak, but now my mom and dad are my biggest fans and I tell them everything. I have grown into a confident, out and proud man, who continues to assist others recognize that they can be the same as me. |