Oh the Typos. Childhood Gay Hints

Alright, this is my first official list that I'm calling "Childhood Gay Moments" Okay, shitty name, but! I'll think of something wittier when I'm drunk or not at 4a.m. or both. The list starts here, close to being in chronological order! 1. In kindergarten at age 4 or 5 I thought this girl, my good friend, was the most amazing person ever. She wasn't particularly smart, but she believed in me, let me indulge in my crazy imagination, she would hang out with me, she always said something cool and I wanted to spend all my time with her. 2. 2nd Grade playing outside with the boys during recess, like I always did up to that point because I liked playing outside and running areound and getting rough while the girls just liked to stand around talk, and play on the conventional playground set. My teacher decided to tell my mom when she came to visit me or give me something during recess, that I always played with the boys and that I should be playing more with teh girls. At least I assume that's how it went, I saw my mom and she asked me why I was playing with the boys and that I should play with the girls more. I'm assuming now, that my favorite teacher of both elementary and middle school was homophobic. That's a ball buster. 3. 5th Grade I was talking to a friend well, a not so good friend at that point, she wanted to be cool the group I was in wasn't cool or hip in conventional terms so she decided she needed to be a bitch ass whore towards us to get teh in with the cool group. Little did she know is that I was friends with everyone because I had known them for years and had helped them all out at one point or another. So, I made her cry or she made me cry or I hit her or she hit me I don't remember it all happened during a fiasco when me, the teacher's pet, was put in charge of telling her who talked while she was out for a few minutes and some girl talked and I wrote her name down and then she claimed that I would never put my friend's names down and I told her that was bull and she told me I was full of shit and then I said I would write down "elizabeth's" name if she talked and at that point I had her back but apparently she didn't have mine so she said that we weren't friends and I lost my cool and at some point she was teetering in some sort of inner conflict. So, the teacher came back and I gave her the list or I said no one was talking something. Then "Elizabeth" started crying or something, the teacher asked her to talk to her outside the room, everyone was quite inside because we wanted to know what the hell was happening and then the teacher came in and asked me to talk to her outside the hallway and she asked me if the story "Elizabeth " was saying was true and I was like yeah, but I was crying because this had never happened to me, I thought I was in trouble and the teacher asked us to hug and make up just as class was over, and it was awkward. Things were rocky after that, BUT the gay moment was that she was way more into the real world than I was, I didn't even know what teh fuck ""gay" WAS, or that it was "bad" or whatever else woul dhave been told to me. Because of the incident mentioned above, the teacher later that week had asked us if things were good but what should have been a two second conversation turned into a, "Wait a second girls, I have to go tend to something because someone just called me to do something." So me and he stood and waited and then sat down and waited. So, we were still rocky and we were sort of talking when all of a sudden I was trying to look outside or something and I had to lean over her and so I wouldn't fall on her I but my hand on her thigh, particularly high up on her thigh, but we were in indian style so that wasn't hard to do. especially since this girl was a stick and that was teh most secure and logical place to put it. She freaked out and told me to stop it and in a reprimanding tone, told to stop that because people would think teh wrong thing. To me, totally natural, nothing wrong, to her it was like I was fingering her against the wall. I mean, really? No one was even in the classroom with us. hence me leaning to see who was outside the class. 4. 9th grade! Disney World. My friends were being asses so I found myself another group to hang out with, one that I had gotten along with the day before and the girl "Rubie" was being a very good friend I had known for less than 30 minutes. We hung out a lot and by the second day, this girl was all over me and wanted me to hang out with her, she was clamped on to me and we went through this water ride on the hottest day of the entire trip, midday literally at least 10 times, not counting the times th eguy had just let us go around again, it was a round boat that seated us in couplets and it would spin and bounce of the walls with the rapids, it wasn't a ride you would get particularly wet on, but if you were lucky yyou would hit this terrential down pour near the end. If you were in the right spot. It just happened that this one girl got hit literally EVERY SINGLE TIME, no matter where she sat or who she sat with. We discovered this happy coincidence(for us not the girl) after about round 3. So, if you wanted to get soaked, you sat next to her. Every go around Rubie and I sat next to each other. She made sure of it and stared down anyone who came near me to sit next to me. I even moved once mid ride to witch with someone so I could sit next to her. It was insane. Now, she was super Catholic and hispanic and at one point early on in the me joining the group she tols me that she would find herself having these feelings for women the same ones she would feel towards a guy, and she asked mme if I did too. Now, if you don't rmemeber, Disney is fucking loud. Hundreds of thousands of people in a park causes a shit ton of noise, not counting the hundreds of audio noises going on around teh park and the damn birds. We were walking down this road and she was looking at two women who had a stroller stopped at the edge of the play road fixing up the stroller and making sur ethe baby was good. To me I just thought they were friends because I was stupid and naive back then. That should have been my first clue as to what she was talking about. I just smiled and noded and said yeah. She immedietly was happy and excited a complete contrast from ther solemn and serious girl I had just been nodding to. I hadn't actually completely understood her because it was loud I had already asked her to repeat herself earlier in teh conversation, because her voice was like mine when it was deep enough to not carry over noise, and to top it off she was speaking in spanish as to not alert our white counterparts that she was indeed a little gay. She was ashamed because it was everything she was taught not to be. After failing over and over again to inform her that I wasn't bi or gay, I decided to roll with it, because she was clingy and I kinda liked it after a certain point. Once I strated digging it, she became distant and eventually the last day I hung out with my original group, now that all the drama was done and over with. It was a weird ending to an interesting spring break, and that's the one thing that sticks out in my mind. That was teh last thing I can think of specifically at the moment. I'll update this post or reitterate it with new information as I remember it. But you know.