I can speak to this one as a gay nerd.
No kidding. There I was, seventh grade. Broken thick-framed glasses with tape on them, button-down shirts, bookbag. Favorite pastimes included Dr. Who, Star Trek, taking tons of science fiction books out of the library, staying over at a friend’s house to use his telescope.
Of course, when I stayed over at my friend’s house, I was also checking out his brother, in awe over his muscular body. I dreaded gym class, not just because I’d get picked on, but because it got more and more difficult to be around all those naked guys and not get excited.
Which was worse? Well, I knew a bunch of other nerds. I knew why I was a nerd; my family couldn’t afford better glasses, or better clothes, and I really loved the things I did for fun. I loved reading science fiction, learning about the stars, watching those TV shows. I believed, deep down, that being a nerd was better than being a jock, that I was exercising my mind instead of my body, and in an odd way, I was proud of being nerdish.
I knew no-one else who was gay. I had no idea why I was gay. Being gay had no enjoyable components to it, back then; it was just this problem I had that I didn’t understand, and couldn’t find anyone to speak to about. I believed that being gay made me somehow inferior to everybody else, that there was something wrong, something monstrous about me that I had to keep hidden, because if people knew about it, I’d lose the people I loved, and probably get killed in the process. I was deeply ashamed of being gay, I wanted to be straight more than anything.
No question in my mind; being gay was intensely intolerable. Being a nerd was nowhere near as bad.
The other point I’d like to bring up is that you can learn to not be a nerd. When I hit sixteen, I started working out and running. I learned to juggle, and improved my coordination immensely. I missed a few haircuts, decided I liked it, and my hair got immensely long. I taught myself, deliberately, how to be funny. I tried cracking a few jokes in class, and they went over well, so I kept that up. I went from being a nerd to being a freak, but it was a change for the better. I kept doing the things I loved, reading science fiction and obsessing over monster movies and learning astronomical trivia, playing huge quantities of D&D, and I kept dressing badly, because I never could afford to dress well. But at the end of high school, I had a few good friends, I’d had a pretty good time, and I was voted Most Unique out of my senior class.
Meanwhile, I felt like a complete and total fraud, because I was keeping my sexuality a secret, feeling that if any of the friend I had found out, they’d never be able to handle it. I thought I was a monster, masquerading as a person.
I really, really needed to know a lot more about what being gay meant, and there was no-one to turn to about it, no information available, no support, nothing. It was devastating.
There’s just no comparison. I’m sorry.