I got to this thread late, but I’ll post my thoughts anyway–
I’m seventeen, and I first started identifying as gay a few months after I turned fourteen. I live in northeastern/central New Jersey, a relatively short drive from New York City, so this was a whole lot easier for me than it would have been in a lot of other places. What I’ve discovered is that (around here, in any case) treatment of gay teens has more to do with individual maturity than anything else. Coming out in junior high would have been hell. I mean, those kids mocked me for talking about dragons a lot–who knows what they would have done if they’d known I was a filthy dyke? :rolleyes:
I was never in any real danger of physical harm. By the time I was in my junior and senior years, almost none of the kids in the same grade as me insulted me for my sexuality, either. In fact, at this point the local Gay/Straight Alliance was formed, and although most of the members were seniors, I think they managed to pick up enough underclassmen to keep the club going next year and beyond. We held a Day of Silence (whatever you may think of that idea), and a startling number of people participated.
Back to my original point about individual maturity: when I was a senior, I made the mistake of coming out to several freshman classmates in my photography class.
ME: Actually, I don’t like guys that way.
FRESHMAN GIRL #1: You mean…
FRESHMAN GIRL #2: Do you like girls that way?
ME: Yeah.
FRESHMAN GIRLS :eek:
FRESHMAN BOY: Then that means…
[FRESHMAN GIRLS hastily start to file out of the darkroom.]
FRESHMAN BOY: So that means you’re…
ME: Yeah?
[FRESHMAN GIRLS finish scurrying out of the darkroom.]
FRESHMAN BOY: That means you’re a…a…
ME: Go ahead. You can say it.
FRESHMAN BOY: No, I can’t, I’m too polite.
[FRESHMAN BOY rushes out of the darkroom.]
I was vastly entertained by this (a sense of humor is a good thing to have in these situations). Unfortunately, the freshmen made a lot of snide comments about my sexuality afterwards. I was already something of an outcast in that class, though, being the only senior and one of the few people who took my work seriously, so it wasn’t much of a change. But it was certainly different than my interactions with juniors and seniors, who were generally secure enough about their own sexuality to feel no need to disparage that of others.
My biggest problem with being gay in high school, though? I seemed to be the only girl who identified that way. Now, I was never much of a social butterfly, so I may just have been missing all the other lesbians, but it was awfully frustrating to listen to my straight classmates recount their tales of dating and romance and know that I’d have to wait till college.
Oh, and as regards gay cultural landmarks and icons: I’m familiar with Stonewall and Oscar Wilde. I’m not familiar with the Castro. I also haven’t heard of Kylie, though, so there’s that, at least.