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January 18, 2018


Growing up in a rural parish of St. Thomas was somewhat hard. I grew up in a single parent family, (mother as the head of the household) along with one of my brothers and my only sister. As a youngster, I was very feminine, I never knew why, but to me I thought I was just a normal boy but to others I wasn’t. In primary school, I was known as the boy who walks and swing his hips, had a girly voice and mannerism and always in a cussing match with the girly, some of the boys never like playing with me. The refer to me as “he/she” in the school and just laugh somethings I felt uncomfortable going to school because of what the boys would call me and because they usually like bullying me around. But as I got older and a little wiser going into grade 6, I started protecting myself by just cussing anybody off who has something bad to say about me. Up to this time I was clueless about my sexuality.

Apart from that growing up gay in Jamaica is not easy, you have to keep your sexuality a secret to yourself in fear of discrimination, being bullied, labelled, treated as outcast to society, parents kicking you out of the house, being threated by gun men (not experienced by everyone), fortunately for I never experienced the some of what I mentioned above, I consider myself somewhat lucky but seeing these thing with your own eyes or on the news it’s depressing, making gay men want to commit suicide, because the society doesn’t accept us as who we are as humans as well. I will be glad for the day that Jamaica will accept us fully, when we can walk down the streets freely without anyone labelling you or giving scornful looks. Until then, I suggest every one keep safe, look out for each other, and live good.

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